#on the rare occasions I go to an RP event I play her as a full woodworker :3

[noirandchocolate]

I said I would do a headcanon post about Yiga Clan wedding ceremonies, so Here! I! Go! (If you're interested but missed it, here's a post about proposal headcanons.) Time for so many details and a very long post. Also, just at the outset, I wanna say that the other reason I've been thinking about this stuff recently (in addition to real world reason of me and my girlfriend getting engaged), is that my Kohga and Sooga just got married in an RP. So I'll be using examples from their wedding alongside others, in this post!

Preparation/Background

It should come as a surprise to no one that Master Kohga officiates all weddings. If a Master Kohga is getting married, their Right Hand will do it. If the Master is marrying their Right Hand (which is on the rare side but hey, Kohga's Nana also did it!), another high-ranking member of the Clan will do it. For Nana Kohga's wedding, it was the most senior historian, who had been friends with her father. For the recent nuptials, it was current Kohga's former Right Hand/sort-of-pseudo-uncle and Sooga's mentor, the very respected elder Blademaster Chisao.

Weddings are held outside, in the circular area by the chasm, like many of the Clan's festivals are. They start in the late afternoon (for whatever season they're happening in), so that afterward, a big dinner feast can be held indoors before the party commences back outside (after some of the seating is removed to allow room for dancing, etc).

The outdoor area is hung with lanterns as well as the strings of protective noisemaker talismans, and a tower is placed and hung with even more lights. This structure is reminiscent of those used for the Japanese Obon festival ("Creating a Champion" states that some design elements for Master Kohga and the Clan were inspired by Bon Odori dance!), but with Yiga flair. A similar decorative piece can be seen in the hideout in the games (see above left). It serves a couple of purposes. First, masks of the couple's ancestors are brought from the Complex's shrine and carefully hung around the sides of it. Second, that's where the band is placed!

That's an excellent segue to say that music also plays an important role in wedding ceremonies. An ensemble traditionally consisting of taiko (also seen in the above left image), shamisen, shakuhachi and shinobue plays background music throughout the ceremony, with specific cues/phrases/flourishes accompanying specific events. (It may be noted that a similar combination of instruments is used in kabuki theater; several elements of the Clan were also inspired by this art form.)

The marrying couple wears their very best clothes, of course, and polish up their masks for the big day! Formal attire is, again, similar to Japanese garments but not exactly (since the Sheikah and Yiga are Japanese-inspired but not...literally Japanese). A wedding is cause to wear long furisode-like sleeves and fancy-patterned haori, kimono, and hakama combos. Oftentimes, because these garments require fine fabrics that require a great effort for the Clan to create, parts of a person's wedding outfit are passed down through their family and re-tailored to them. The Clan does of course have a whole group of people who make clothes, and their training includes embroidery and silk-painting for just such special occasions! If you didn't think Kohga had a haori with Dinraal embroidered in gold thread on the back and phoenixes and Inverted Eyes painted in patterns all over it, you would be WRONG. He also wore his father's black wedding hakama! And Mama Hotaru's long and gorgeous wedding robe was black with a pattern of softly painted insects on it, in an homage to her family's naming tradition; it originally belonged to her own great-grandmother, who shared her name.

Ceremony

The ceremony begins with the officiant welcoming the Clan on this happy occasion and declaring that the date is "AUSPICIOUS!" I plan to do a post about Hyrule's calendar and associated "astrology"-type beliefs but for now suffice it to say that one could come up with a way that almost any day is auspicious (since nobody would want to say someone's wedding day is cursed or something), but couples do very often try to schedule their weddings for particularly positive dates (as I said in the last post, they have to wait at least six months--it doesn't have to be exact).

The couple is then called to approach from either side of the area. They are each accompanied by two family members--usually parents if possible. If not, more extended family or in the absence of any family, friends can do it. For example, Kohga's the last of his family lines aside from distant-er cousins, and Sooga wasn't born in the Clan, so Chisao's children (who both men are close with) stepped in. These four people act as assistants to the couple in various parts of the ceremony! It may be noted, that on each side, there is a group of three.

Yiga wedding ceremonies, like so much else they do, are meant to reinforce not only the joining of two individuals but the bonds that join the whole Clan together. For that reason, they involve several call-and-response-type declarations that all present participate in, and many references to the Clan's history.

The officiant recites the following: "Our Clan was born of conflict. May you weather any in your path. / Our Clan as ever weeps the blood of our fallen ancestors. May their spirits raise you up. / Our Clan has turned betrayal on its head. May you remain ever true." The last of these lines is accompanied by a gesture toward the speaker's mask, evoking the symbolism of the Inverted Eye.

There are two major sections of the ceremony that each require an exchange of three things, between the couple. The first of these sets involves three liquids: saké, water, and blood. The couple's assistants will pour them dishes of saké, which they then exchange and drink, and then the same is done with water. The saké represents the time, patience, and effort that must be put into a marriage, as preparation of the drink surely requires such care. The water represents life and replenishment--and it's not just any water, but some taken from the especially healthful spring at Satori Mountain (which I've said previously, the Clan has strong ties to)!

(NOTE: For this and one other notable part that involves eating/drinking, the partners lift their masks only enough to imbibe.)

For the blood, the couple are each handed a special knife with which they cut their palms. Carefully--it isn't meant to be a super deep cut, just enough to produce drops of blood. The couple then hold out their hands toward each other, palm down so those droplets fall to the sand. Their assistants then wrap the cuts with red bandages. The symbolism is multi-fold: to show the joining of blood/family, the willingness to endure pain and hardship for each other, and, since the blood is dropped to the ground, the Clan's connection to the land and its energy.

(NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT take this headcanon as some suggestion that I think the Clan is some kind of ~weird blood cult~. I absolutely do not think that. The Clan was born of a bloody conflict/betrayal. They have not forgotten this, nor will they forsake the blood, both in terms of family and in terms of bloodshed, that ties them together. I thus think it's reasonable to headcanon that the concept and symbolism of blood--as well as actual physical blood--are present in some of their rituals/traditions. There's nothing creepy or evil about it. It is meant to be a meaningful, loving exchange and promise. Please please do not willfully misunderstand me. Thank youuuu~ <3)

The second set of exchanges is of three gifts. This section of the ceremony begins with everyone present reciting the following together: "Our strength is in our edges. Our might in what we take. Our bond is what defines us. All three, our family make." Each of these three concepts is represented by the gifts, which are brought forward to the couple in succession by further family members or friends. (As in, someone brings the gift to the giver, who then offers it to the receiver.) For example, Sooga's helpers for this section were three of his most recent Blademaster trainees, who had all recently passed their tests!

"Strength" is represented by a weapon. The Yiga have always been willing to fight for their beliefs, and more importantly to protect themselves/one another. They have a strong culture of martial arts and weapons training. So, each member of the couple offers the other a weapon of some significance to them. The exchange is typically symbolic; if a woman gives her intended the vicious sickle she uses on missions as her Strength gift, the idea is that when she uses it going forward, it's in his honor. However, if a man gives his intended a meaningful family heirloom weapon that isn't in use anymore, the couple will continue keeping it among their belongings together. See? Kohga's father gave Hotaru his eightfold longblade, and she gave him a (carefully sheathed) poisoned dagger. Sooga gave the longblade Kohga first presented to him, at the ceremony when he became a Blademaster years before. The words of exchange for this gift are: "I give you this, my strength. / Will your strength defend my body? / I will protect you with all my strength. / Then this I accept."

"Might" is represented by, you guessed it, mighty bananas. A bunch is brought to each person, who selects one and peels and feeds it to their intended. I know we Earth gamers think the bananas are kinda funny, but to the Clan, they're quite the opposite. Food is serious business when you're a marginalized community considered wanted criminals by the outside world. For the purpose of a wedding, the exchange means the couple are promising to provide for one another as well as possible. (To clarify, the Clan is very highly communal about resources, but the thought here is that one party would go without to allow the other to eat if necessary, and that regardless both will do their part within the Clan as a whole, etc.) It's not even just about food; it symbolizes caretaking in general. The words of exchange for this gift are: "I give you this, my might. / Will your might nourish my soul? / I will care for your with all my might. / Then this I accept."

"Bond" is the most personalized of the three, and the associated gift is something that represents the individual giver! It may be an item they crafted, or something else that shows off one of their skills or interests. The idea is that the giver is offering themself to the receiver--something that makes them, them! There are so many possibilities, too, as the gift may be an object to keep, or something more abstract or ephemeral. For example, a member who makes clothing for the Clan might weave a garment or blanket for their intended. A cook might offer his partner her favorite food, prepared fresh right before the ceremony, to eat a few bites of on the spot. Hotaru's Bond was her music, in the form of a shamisen song she composed. Her son followed in her footsteps and went a step further, with a poem too! The words of exchange for this gift are: "I give you this, my bond. / Will your bond shelter my heart? / I will hold your heart in mine forevermore. / Then this I accept."

Following this exchange, the couple recites: "We grow in strength. We grow in might. Our bond is unbreakable. All three we pledge, that we will grow in love."

If the Master is a party to the ceremony, there's an additional section here. The other partner says, "I vow to serve you with my body, soul, and heart, and to follow where you lead forevermore." Then the Master says, "I vow to keep you with my body, soul, and heart, and to lead you ever with your joy in mind." And finally, they say in unison, "You are my guiding star, from now into eternity."

The final bit is a general vow recited together, as follows: I am with you through your joys and all your trials. I am with you by your side or over miles. I hold you as the sky holds sun and stars. Where my heart is, ever there you are. I pledge my life to you and to our Clan. To the future and our master plan. We join our souls together with our kin. Together may we all life's battles win!

AND THEN! As the couple JOINS HANDS for the first time as SPOUSES! The ENTIRE ASSEMBLY! Shouts with ALL THEIR MIGHT: "Glory to Master Kohga! Glory to the Yiga Clan! Long days and nights to the love of [name] and [name]!"

Post-Ceremony

Well then it's feast time!

And then it's party time! Bring on the bonfires and bananas and saké and music and chatter and dancing and--

Speaking of which, during the after-party, the newly-married couple will start off the dancing by performing one together while holding on to a red silk cord between them. Symbolizing, again, the joining of their souls and fates, and also the need to work together carefully in walking the path of life.

Additionally, as I have brought up several times in previous headcanon posts of mine, following the wedding ceremony, couples are now considered family and can see each other's true, un-magicdisguised, -masked, or -veiled faces. This is a big deal! (I do find it quite romantic, that partners court each other without knowing for sure what the other looks like. As I have said before, if both grew up in the Clan they will likely recall things like hair and eye color, but Yiga start wearing veils around everyone but their close family quite young and get their masks at the start of the year they are to turn eleven. So, what your partner's face looks like as an adult, or at all if you've truly never seen/paid attention to them before...well, it's something to anticipate!) Couples are given leave from work to go have a brief honeymoon away from the Complex if they wish, to go unmask each other and spend some good time together. A traditional place to do this is Satori Mountain, since most other people keep away from it anyway. <3 <3 Those who don't want to leave, get to stay in a sleeping room set aside just for this private purpose, instead!

Final Notes

Just wanted to point out, if it wasn't obvious, the threes in the ceremony. Three people on each side of the rituals, three liquids, three gifts. While the Yiga's particular wedding traditions have grown and changed from Ancient Sheikah customs over the millennia, to the point where Yiga marriage ceremonies have only a little in common with the older ones (and are quite different from contemporary Kakariko Sheikah ways), one small detail is the presence of threes. I headcanon that the Ancient Sheikah often utilized the number three in their various rituals and customs, to reference the Triforce, the three Golden Goddesses, the three major Springs across the land where Hylia is worshipped and their three attendant dragon spirits, etc. Some Yiga traditions also involve threes, despite that they've renounced their service to Hylia and to any deity in general. After all, even apart from that, three is an auspicious and satisfying number.

Master Kohga loves officiating weddings, it's one of his favorite parts of being Master Kohga. <3 It just delights him to his core, to see two of his fellow Clan members in love and getting together, and he really helps everyone make it a special day. (Weddings are an occasion when he's most likely to join the band for the party, twanging away on his shamisen...or two. He can make a double of himself. And use it to play duets! How fitting!) He's done the ceremony so many times over the course of his (so far) twenty-five years as Master, that he knows all the words by heart.

Which are more, for the officiant to say, than I've written out here. There's more that accompanies each exchange, for example. But this post was already six million miles long. So I'm going to end it now.

Thank you for taking the time to read! Hope you enjoyed!

[raceofhearts]

#i have an au ra born in silver bazaar!#sky is the limit! - OK, you know the world is waiting for you to share Tsubame's backstory, right? >:D

It's nothing grand, though it did get long XD

Her parents were born and raised on Koshu, where her grandpa was a renowned woodworking master with a successful workshop in the capital. After the Empire invaded Doma, they started to worry about Hingashi's safety, despite the bakufu's reassurances - and after her mom got pregnant, they decided to move to Eorzea. It has strained their relationship with the family, although they did try to frame it as an expansion of the business overseas; grandpa was very much of a 'we don't need no damn ijin money' mindset. Still, they gathered their savings, their favourite tools and their courage, and set out to the west.

They settled in the Silver Bazaar, which at the time was a bustling commercial hub, and didn't waste time establishing a workshop there. Mum did most of the woodworking while dad, with little Tsubame on his hip, ran the books and charmed the suppliers and clients. Hingan techniques were a hot new commodity, so they lived comfortably enough to have two more kids. And if they felt any apprehension at the news of Garlemald moving onto Ala Mhigo, well, it was almost as far from their new home as Dalmasca was from Bukyo, and holding much better.

And then it wasn't. The Empire was closing in, and the Daitos were questioning their judgement. Their kids were balancing on the border between both cultures, never entirely at home in either. The workshop started to struggle after the influx of cheap Ala Mhigan labour. The letters from home had a distinctive feeling of grandpa's smug 'I told you so'… But persistence runs in the family, some would say to a fault. So they stayed. They tightened their belts, rolled up their sleeves and got to work. Ala Mhigans could work for them as well as for the competition. The kids grew up immersed in diversity, becoming their parents' guides. The Garleans retreated behind their wall. Life returned to normal.

Of course, that's when Meteor hit.

Tsubame was just shy of twenty at this point and, like most young people, was trying to find her place in life. She was a good woodworker but not passionate enough to make it her whole career. She had a good head for numbers, but balancing the books bored her terribly. She has learned to be stoic when dealing with difficult customers, but she lacked her father's easy charm. There was also something else, some itch under her skin, some piece missing from her life that she could never pinpoint. She yearned for more. And when fire rained from the sky, and a flock of terror-crazed hammer beaks stampeded the town, an adventurer jumped between the monsters and her family, and she knew she'd found it. She started training before the Dalamut shards even cooled.

Which proved helpful because after the Calamity the seas changed and their bustling port town dwindled to almost nothing, so her fledgling adventuring career was just what they needed to keep the workshop alive. And a few years later she found herself on a carriage to Ul'dah, clutching a letter from her mother to an old friend called Momodi.

[dr-passionate-production]

Tick... Tock...

The rhythmic sounds of a clock were eerily hypnotizing.. Its pace never seemed to stay consistent, bouncing between the realms of being a tad bit faster and a tad bit slower than usual. And, on the rare occasion, it stuttered; leaving a broken tick or an additional tock in its wake.

Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..

They had been there from the beginning. Even as they sat in total darkness, their aura announced their presence far clearer than they could have themselves. A hand in hand, a leg crossed over the other, they sat and stared into the abyss.

"I see you have returned."

The smile in their voice was prevalent. The warmth radiating from the short sentence similar to that of a loving mother, welcoming her child back into their home. The ticking of the clock waned, becoming nothing more than a faint sound in the winds at their feet. They rose, the simple touch of their toes against the floor bringing the only traces of light: the navy blue of the night sky, dotted by the white specks called stars. When their feet were pressed flat into the ground, clouds began to form, swarming around their invisible form.

"I see things have been.. Interesting.. On the other side. A lot better than before at least." They chuckled. Goodness how bad things had gotten all those months ago. An experience that was, for the both of you. But it will now only become a tale to tell and a memory to relive in your dreams. "But let's not dwell on that too long.. It's time for your dream."

From within the darkness an orb formed, held up for you to see. It was always a lottery, a game of chance that a nice dream would grace you that night. No matter how much different techniques or methods that supposedly increased your odds, it still seemed to be far out of your control and perhaps even out of theirs. You held your breath, hoping that this would be the nights rest you had been hoping for for what felt like ages. However, before the orb began to flash its pretty colors, it disappeared.

"Wait." They asked, their voice echoing into the void. "May I.. Ask you something?"

Without much of an answer, a box lit up, a pair of hands made of galaxies and clouds opening it up for you to see. 16 orbs similar to the one you saw every night. However, all but one seemed to had already begun; playing the dreams like a scene in a movie. The other, however, was lifeless. Filled with nothing but pitch black.

"These are the dreams of those kids.. That one class." They began, their hand reaching in to spin the arrangement to showcase what they had to offer. A night at a beach.. A fantasy world styled in that of an anime.. A film studio.. There were so many to choose from.

"This is going to be a long night for you, my friend. No matter what you choose, yours or one of theirs, you will sleep through your alarm." They sounded far too amused by that fact. "And while you can always take your chances of receiving a good dream of your own, I think you'd have a bit more fun seeing someone's dream. See what goes on in their head, you know?"

Their hands disappeared, leaving the box to float along with the dreams inside it, each orb glowing a color indicative to their respective student. It was an odd proposal to say the least. However it didn't look like the celestial being cared about what would happen if someone stepped into another's dream, if there even was any consequences. Was this a once in a lifetime chance? They could very well make that possible.. But did you trust them to make it anything else?

"So what will it be?" The Being asked. "Would you like to venture into their dream realm?"

This event can be an rp thread or just an ask box adventure. If the first then just rb this post from here.

[belillinafireseeker]

Belillina Fireseeker

The Basics ––– –

Name: Belillina Myleah Fireseeker

Nickname(s): Bella, Bells, Ducky 

Age: Equivalent to upper 20′s(since elven ages are beyond me)

Birthday: April 16th

Race: Sin’dorei

Gender:  Female

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Anywhere between Bright red and auburn during the colder months

Eyes:  Emerald Green

Height: 5′6″

Build: Slightly on the thin side, but rather toned from performing.

Distinguishing Marks:  Light orange freckles on her upper cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. Also number of scars on the smaller size scattered about her body, and one rather large one that spans across her mid section from just below her right breast down across her stomach to her left hip but is covered up by the tattoo listed below.

Tattoos: Phoenix tattoo as shown below situated above her right breast, with the tail curling around the breast and continuing on top of the scar she has with intermittent fireblossoms along the tail.

Piercings: Ears are pierced and will wear earrings to match any of her outfits on a regular basis.  Most often than not though she has a pair of ruby and diamond studs in.

Common Accessories:  Flask under a garter belt that is enchanted to be bottomless.  

Likeness: Emma Stone

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Owner of Celestial Threads, a celestial style embroidery and tailoring service, performer for the Succulent Tart troupe and bartender for the Howling Owl.

Hobbies:  Dancing, singing, playing piano and guitar, travelling, looking at the stars, running, reading, and sewing.

Languages: Fluent in most of the modern languages, including that of the alliance races, Azerothian sign language, and she knows a few different phrases ins some more obscure, ancient races.

Residence: Living at the owl compound most of the time but spends time at a number of different friends houses from time to time.

Birthplace: Quel’thalas

Religion:  None, but has been leaning more towards the Light at times lately.

Patron Deity:  None

Fears: Assassins,  slight aversion to blood knights, losing more people that she loves, becoming like her father.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse:  None

Children:  None

Parents:  Caenil Fireseeker(Father, deceased) Teliara Fireseeker(Mother, alive)

Siblings:  None

Other Relatives: None

Pets: Quite a few different animals, but most notably two cats named Blaze and Smoke, a turtle named George Jr.  and a new Beagle puppy named Morgan.

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Straight, but will sleep with women if she feels comfortable enough with them, and only with a male present.

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Libido: High

Turn ons: Intelligence, confidence, patience, kindness, adventurous, willing to try anything once, artistic

Turn offs: Poor hygiene, jealousy, any mention of “daddy” and controlling people.

Love Language:  Physical touch and quality time

Relationship Tendencies: She’s not one for big romantic gestures, just small little things that show that you care.  She will occasionally go and make a small little item for friends and other people she cares about, or will pick up an item whenever it reminds her of a person, and will  do that more often when she is involved with people.  

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Occasionally to moderately, depending on the situation.

Drugs: Rarely

Alcohol: Frequently

RP Hooks ––– –

Celestial Threads. - She owns her own business named Celestial Threads where she sells items with enchanted thread embroidered into it to make them look like the night sky.  She will often make different items as gifts for after people are wed, or for other special occasions.  She is also an accomplished tailor and will sew different garments for people to wear, and even some of the costumes for people in the tarts for performances and such.

Succulent Tart - She has been a performer for the tarts for about 2 1/2 years now and has done several performances for him throughout the years.  She has also been hired out to do different parties for them, along with working at different festivals and performing there as well.  

Howling Owl Bartender. - From time to time she will also work as a bartender for the nightclub whenever she’s able. 

Sunreaver-  She was a former Sunreaver mage in Dalaran for several years before getting purged from it.  She had risen to the rank of teacher in that time and was a master in the arts of pyromancy.  She will still assist in things from time to time still as long as it doesn’t interfere with her other duties.

Music instructor - She also gives lessons to anyone wishing to learn a number of the musical instruments she teachings, including singing.  Most often this is for children, but she will assist adults who would like to learn as well.

HOW TO CONTACT:

OoC I am fairly often on here and I check in to most of my characters on at least a daily basis.  I am also frequently on discord and my discord name is  Dexie#4507

IC Again, I am often on here most days and will check in quite often.  You can toss me a starter or whatever you want and while it might take me a while to respond to it, I will let you know that I have recieved it.  I am also on Bella somewhat frequently in game.  Her armory page can be found here. I might not get on too often for just random rp, but if you request it I will happily do so if able.  She can also be found at a number of different social events along with being at most of the menagerie nights since she is a regular seller there( Menagerie boutique page can be found here.)

[the-collectim]

.:RP:. By Your Side

Characters: Bai Biming (male Keeper of the Moon, @ninetales-carbuncle​ ), Atlas Tenebrous (male Rava)

Origin Date: 24 Feb 2020

“…it isn’t things and proximity, or even blood that holds us all together. What makes a family is love and loyalty.” – Genevieve Dewey

In the wake of Suiren Temple’s investigation into the yokai haunting a yakuza family, Atlas goes to relay the results to his dear friend and the master of the temple.

(Note: This is from an RP session. So there is a back and forth of writers. A - in between paragraphs indicate a change in narrator.)

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Bai Biming was a creature rarely seen outside his theatre. Though on this occasion he was in the Bokairo Inn. One of the large rooms bordering the garden selected so he could enjoy his tea and watch the chattering of the birds. Of course he used one of the many pseudonyms in his collection: Xehn'ir Loh.

A tray sat to his right, filled with a sample selection of treats. Their flavor pairing well with the honey-touched lotus tea. The cup being lifted to his lips for a sip to chase down a bite of strawberry shortcake.

There was some tension in his form. Biming was still weary of what the results of the Yurihara Kai estate would be. He had heard the old assistant Tanaka had been dragged into the estates gaols.

Not idea, but it was proof something had gone well.

-

There was knock on the windowsill just outside the room. A specific pattern that would be well-known over the years.

Atlas rested in the cover of an overhand and banner of the inn, easily able to traverse the inn's walls.

-

Biming looked up. The silver Keeper moved from the floor to the window to take a look. Though he moved to touch the latch and carefully nudged it open.

"Whatever admirer has found their way to my window?" Lord Bai couldn't help but tease as teal eyes looked every but where he suspected Atlas to be. "Hopefully it's not that dame from the hot springs I ran into earlier. I saw that ring, and Lord Bai is a virtuous soul."

-

"If Lord Bai believes so."

A neutral tone as ever as the Viera crossed his arms, enjoying the residual warmth on the building as the sun retreated. It would be unnoticeable to all but the most trained eyes but there was a bit less of that stoic tension from Atlas around this certain cat.

-

Biming leaned upon the sill, and let his chin settle upon an arm. The tea and treats forgotten for now.

"You don't believe me, Atlas?" He inquired. "Well, I suppose you know me better than most." A weak spot in his armor, he'd never admit to of course. "That said, how did the events at the Yurihara Kai go?"

-

"Sweet first."

Of course he could smell them even out here.

-

Biming laughed at that, and slipped back. "Of course, Atlas."

The lord smoothed out the sleeve of his haori as he went back to the small stable with the treats and tea. The small sampling of cakes decorating dessert plates in a select pattern. A half ate strawberry cake sitting next to his cup of lotus tea.

"Would you like tea too?"

-

A shake of his head no as he took a cake in either hand, eating one immediately and grabbing another as he chewed. Good, this was how he was paid for good work.

-

"Ah, do take your time and enjoy the flavor at least." Biming cautioned as he sat there.

Of course he was patient for when Atlas was happy enough with his payment to give up details. The tea sat down to take up the fork to take a bite. Those teal eyes focusing on Atlas.

-

There was no sign the Viera had been in battle besides two missing arrows to his quiver. It had been a fortunately uneventful thing.

"There was a yokai. Weapons and lost souls. Lured by one of their own."

One cake down, he nibbled at another.

-

"Is that so?"

There was something in the tone of his voice that said something more was up. Biming quietly observed the missing arrows. It was good that it was not an awful encounter at least. His attention shifted away to the window once more.

"A bait was set to draw out the resentful energy clinging to the weapons of the Yurihara Kai's lord." He recited easily enough. "Waking up the souls of the ones they cut down needlessly that had clung to their blades."

That silver tail tapped at the floorboards. The tea was back up for a sip. Biming looking peaceful of mind.

"It is a perfect opportunity for our people to build relations with them. We'll need it."

-

Those leaf green eyes looked over, his serious demeanor not at all affected by frosting on the corner of his mouth. "Build relations? But they are the enemy."

Politics and intrigue was above the Viera's normal way of pondering things. He was a very straightforward soul, unliking of that side of things.

-

"Mine, but not of Suiren Temple." Biming said it lightly as he looked sideways at Atlas. He didn't expect the Viera to get it, yet he didn't want to explain it all. "A pity Old Tanaka got pointed out. He just lost his daughter to her despair, but perhaps he'll find peace in knowing we will handle the Yurihara Kai for him."

-

"So...they stay? Even if they'd done bad things?"

He frowned as he stuffed the rest of cake number two in his mouth to reach into a pouch at his belt. From there, he holds out a pretty paper banner. It was incomplete, a work in progress but undoubtedly one of Chuuya's pieces. No works in progress should have been available with Suzume in ashes unless they were taken the night of.

-

Biming took the scroll. Yes. Chuuya who was important to his second guard, and that shop. The piece being carefully unrolled to look over it.

"For now. They have become entangled with a bigger beast, which made them brave enough to strike in the first place."

-

There was the subtle look of disapproval on the beastmaster's face but he nodded, trust in his master. "Then they will die soon?"

Believe it or not, Atlas did form ties to others though it took an immense amount of time. He knew An Yeung was close to Chuuya and that, by proxy, meant that it was his duty to protect.

-

"Yes." Lord Bai confirmed with a press of his lips into that customary thin line. "We will deal with them, I promise. For now we must play them." A look to him. "Make sure Chuuya isn't assigned to any tasks going near to Yurihara."

A hand lifted then. The fingers touched his chest and tucked into the folds of the top. An envelope being drawn out as he offered it over to Atlas.

"And make sure Aoki-san gets this. It's communication from Thavnair. The ship sailing for Morning Logistics has left their port for Limsa Lominsa."

-

He wiped his frosted fingers on his leathers before taking the letter to tuck away in between the layers of his light armor. A nod to both requests as he then finished the third cake.

"Any trouble for you?"

Concern towards Bai first and foremost.

-

"No. No trouble for me, Atlas." Biming shook his head. "If I run into some, you will be the first one I tell. Promise."

-

Another nod. Despite finishing his cake, he lingered. It was odd for the Viera, usually a creature of very direct and efficient behaviors and he'd been given a request.

-

It didn't go unnoticed.

"Is there something more on your mind? You can express yourself freely with me, Atlas."

-

"I am odd here."

An obvious statement but a way for him to frame his thoughts. Words were always something he'd struggled with. It was only thanks to Biming that he was where he was now.

"And people stare."

-

"Viera are rare outside of their homeland."

Biming reasoned as he watched Atlas. It was always interesting to watch how the Viera went through the motions of thought to form his statements. So much went into each statement and action. A much simpler means of communication he could appreciate.

"Males even more so." The tuft of tail tapped the floorboards. "We male miqo'te are no different, but certainly more common. Maybe they are curious, or perhaps they want to get closer to you?"

-

The instant frown showed what Atlas thought of 'getting closer' to strangers. Ick.

"Is it...troubling? For you." Indeed how could he go unnoticed and not be connected to Biming as things became more active in such public places like this.

-

"For me?" The silver ears ticked at the question. "No. You should grow close to others, and make a life for yourself. Not stay caught up in the Magpie's games like you are."

-

A quick shake of his head, cream-colored hair ruffled in the motion. He had enough sense to stay hidden though. "I will stay forever."

-

Biming paused at that statement, and gave a nod. "If that is what you want, Atlas. I won't impose upon you to stay, or to keep your life devoted solely to me. This kind of life isn't ideal."

-

"It is my life. My decision." Where would he be without Biming? He held his hand out, palm towards the miqo'te in that old familiar motion since their first days.

-

Biming gave a weak winded chuckle, and met that hand. Just a light touch. The Viera's hand was certainly bigger than his own.

"I'd not demand you do anything you'd not wish to."

-

The grounding motion helped as his thoughts often strayed beyond his duties when talking to this one that let him express himself without judgement. "I will do all to help."

-

"I know." Biming acknowledged.

It was definitely calming to be in contact with someone who could at least be genuine with. Though his attention went to the clock to see the time, and he sighed. He had no desire to chase off his friend, but there were some things...

"You should go before Officer Shiki gets here, Atlas. I'd rather my contacts not learn of you."

-

With reluctance the Viera drew back his hand and nodded. "I will deliver the note. Be safe." He stepped back a bit. There was always a bit of foreboding when separated from his master for so long. He was unable to pin down what caused it.

-

"Always." Biming gave a light smile to reassure the viera. "I'll send word when we are to meet next."

-

Another nod from the beastmaster at that. "You'll always have my eyes." A look up to where the hawk was perched, giving small peeps. One of his trusted companions that never strayed too far from the playwright.

-

There was a nod. Biming knew well enough, and would keep it in mind. Even as he glanced to the hawk who waited and watched. It gave some peace, and a tinge of warmth but those sentiments had to be discarded for now.

They were potential weaknesses. Mihn'a had lost those conveniences just as he had lost his name after all.

"Yes. Now get going, and be cautious."

-

Another order he took another step back before disappearing under the shadow of the banner and into the growing evening, no sound to even mark his passing. Still the hawk stay perched, watching over the inn with soft noises every once in awhile.

[the-villain-vanessa-cortez]

you and flug uwu

Awwww this is so cute! Ok I have some lengthy answers so get ready.

1. Gives Nose/forehead kisses: Flug. He’s always lifting up his bag to quickly surprise Vanessa with a kiss. He eventually gets comfortable enough to do it a bit in public.

2. Gets jealous the most: both. It depends on the situation. Vanessa gets jealous about wanting to spend more time with Flug when he’s busy. Flug gets immensely jealous when he sees other people flirting with Vanessa.

3. Takes care of on sick days: again both. Flug acts like a worried mother when Vanessa is sick and freaks out on the rare occasions that she gets REALLY sick. When Flug gets sick, he acts like a prey animal where in he doesn’t show any signs of illness until it’s really bad. That’s when Vanessa dotes on him and forces him to rest.

4. Drags the other out in the water on a beach day: you all know this is Vanessa forcing the poor boy in the water. If they’re alone, he’ll go bagless.

5. Brings the other lunch at work: Vanessa. Even though they mostly work on projects together, she’ll force Flug to eat because other wise he’ll keep working through lunch and won’t take any breaks.

6. Tries to start role playing in bed: Both. Depends on the situation. Especially when Flug is wearing that general suit of his~

7. Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Well I head canon Flug hardly drinks. So he’s usually watching Vanessa go absolutely crazy on the dance floor with Demencia or some other villain friends and he’s just sitting there smirking to himself with his third root-beer.

8. Firmly believes in couples costumes: VANESSA. “You WILL dress up with me or I’ll kill you” but Flug gets into it because 505 also wants to be apart of it.

9. Breaks the expensive gift rule at Christmas: Flug. Always. Vanessa asks him not to worry about doing anything special but he always comes through. Usually some sort of jewelry or a nice expensive date out where he lies about where they’re going for dinner. This doesn’t mean that Vanessa doesn’t go all out either though. She always has something sentimental planned that she knows he’d like. And a nice new outfit.

10. Makes the other eat breakfast: Vanessa. Again coffee isn’t enough to just have for breakfast.

11. Remembers anniversaries: Flug. He lives by his calendars and lists. Vanessa remembers all the important ones but he is the one to go to for friends and family events that need remembering.

12. Brings up having kids first: depends on what AU I have. In one it’s an accident that they end up with their first. I go back and forth on “flug is trans” because I RP both anyways so then in the ones that he is, it’s a mutual agreement where they decide they’re ready. Flug being an extremely smart scientist has perfected the “turning a cell into a sperm cell” whole thing that scientists are ACTUALLY working on in real life (I’m very excited about this) and well you don’t need to know the dirty details. Either way they end up with 4 kids total in the end.

13. Kills the bugs: Flug. Well Van isn’t scared of bugs but she doesn’t want to deal with the mess. If Flug is around she’s going to make him do the killing.

14. Hides their guilty pleasures longer: Flug. He’s got a couple of silly things he likes to do. Vanessa likes trash TV and other things that she just lays all out on the table shamelessly. Flug is a little more private.

15. Snorts while laughing: Vanessa. It’s cute because she scrunched up her nose and accidentally snorts. This causes her to laugh even more. Flug accidentally did once and this absolutely killed Vanessa with laughter.

Thank you!!! @serfuzzypushover for the request as you can tell I love them ❤️❤️

[casualcatte]

[FFXIV] Looking for FC: Elaine Laurent

Elaine Laurent Balmung Server - Crystal Datacenter Level 70 Summoner About Me I’m a 40+ year old disabled woman with a lot of free time on her hands and over 25 years roleplaying across various media -- if that means anything to anybody. I dabble in writing, art, photography, and a few other creative outlets.  I’m typically online from 8pm to 8am (Central US) during the early part of the week (Sunday to Tuesday), the latter half of my week and the weekend get a bit haphazard just dependent upon what’s going on IRL.  Elaine is an “alt” if that matters, though I play her the majority of the time right now, I still have a “main” character that I’ve put more time and effort into that I play on occasion. (Though those occasions are rare these days; I mostly log over to craft Elaine gathering gear... XD) What I’m Looking For First and foremost, an active late-night Free Company.  Seriously, if you have 4 people online after 11pm (Central US), that’s not active in the time-frame I’m typically online. I’m a social person, I like having people to talk to, dungeon with, and RP with. (Not necessarily in that order.)  A low-drama environment.  There’s no such thing as zero-drama.  It happens to the best of us, even when we don’t want it.  But I appreciate places and people that try to keep it to a minimum. I log in to the game to have fun and hang out with good people; not watch people bicker and snipe at each other over a video game.  Roleplay is optional, but it must still be generally accepted/encouraged. I don’t want to end up in a PVE group of trolls that think Roleplayers are trash, yanno?    I enjoy groups that like to do dungeons and PVE stuff together, as well as roleplay together.  I have zero interest in military, dark, criminal, villain, or “adult” themed FCs. I have nothing against them, they just aren’t my thing.  ^_^ I also have little interest in groups that have compulsory requirements, be it for PVE or RP (i.e. mandatory meetings or events).  This is not a job; don’t turn it into one. Beyond that, I’m pretty flexible and willing to chip in with ideas and occasional, light RP events. I have no aspirations to take on any kind of leadership role. I just want to be one of the rank and file.

[the-wardens-torch]

LFRP - Falerin Arcita

(Following @painted-foothills​ ‘s lead here and using this more as an updated character profile for my “About” link than an RP solicitation - I’m not sure I have the guts to RP with anyone who isn’t already a mutual and even that’s super hard for me and almost never happens hahafffff.)

Falerin Arcita The Basics ––– –    Age: 22    Birthday: 16th sun of the fifth astral moon (9/15)    Race: Mostly Midlander Hyur with a smidge of Duskwight Elezen    Gender: Cisgender male    Sexuality: Pansexual    Marital Status: Single, never married Physical Appearance ––– –    Hair: Black - Straight and waist-length, usually worn in a ponytail or braid.    Eyes: Royal Blue    Height: 5’11    Build: Angular and long-limbed    Distinguishing Marks: Scars; one slanted over his left eye running from hairline to mid-cheek, another along his jaw line (usually covered by his sideburns) and a third horizontally crossing his right shoulder. Freckles on his face, shoulders and back.    Common Accessories: Leather jewelry, pointy wizard/witch hats, strappy boots/sandals, feathered hairpins, long fancy skirts, crop/tank tops. He tends to be an ostentatious dresser. Personal ––– –    Profession: He considers himself a musician first and foremost - he has a wonderfully deep, smoky voice and sings very soulful, heartfelt songs - some of which he writes himself. He’s also Eorzea’s best accordion player *pause for laughter* and can also play piano and a few other instruments. Aside from that, he makes leather jewelry and accessories that he sells to a handful of independent shops. His “adventurer” job is Summoner, but you wouldn’t know it from talking to/looking at him.    Hobbies: Collecting and writing songs, poems and stories (in print or spoken form,) occasional archery (more as an exercise/meditative practice than for combat reasons.)    Languages: Common, Seeker Miqo’te huntspeak (though he’s pretty out of practice,) a handful of songs, poems and phrases in several other languages.    Residence: Has a room in the Lavender Beds, but is more commonly found crashing at any of a number of friends’ houses around the main city-states.    Birthplace: Arcita - a small port town in the Cieldalaes Islands    Patron Deity: Azeyma    Fears: Abandonment, loss, walking on shaky scaffolding/suspension bridges. Relationships ––– -    Spouse: None    Children: None    Parents: Adoptive Mother - N‘elyrha Kikitu; Bard living in Wellwick Wood (estranged)    Biological Mother - Roxane Seaborne - Inn manager living in the Cieldalaes (has never met her.)    Biological Father - Uther Alcyone; Arcanist living in Idyllshire (estranged until very recently.)    Siblings:  2 maternal half-brothers and 1 maternal half-sister (has never met them, is unaware of their existence.)    Other Relatives: BFF-practically-soul mate Reonora Aestethe - who belongs to @aspected-benefic​    Pets: Ruby (aka Ru-Bee) - A “familiar” of sorts that resembles a sparrow-sized, translucent, red honeybee made of some sort of condensed aether. He is never without her, although she’s not always visible due to a knack for hiding in his clothes, accordion case or travel supplies.   Friend - A feral, fish-loving Tight-Beaked parrot who’s not really a pet so much as an occasional tag-along. She(?)’s loud, obnoxious and not very friendly, but sometimes preens Fal’s hair or tries to eat his jewelry. Lamrei -  A retired Twin Adder cavalry chocobo. She’s got a calm temperament and a penchant for eating any insect or rodent unfortunate enough to cross her path. Traits ––– -    Extroverted / In Between / Introverted    Disorganized / In Between / Organized    Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded    Calm / In Between / Anxious    Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable    Cautious / In Between / Reckless    Patient / In Between /  Impatient    Outspoken / In Between / Reserved    Leader / In Between / Follower    Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic    Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic    Traditional / In Between / Modern    Hard-working / In Between / Lazy    Cultured / In Between / Uncultured    Loyal / In Between / Disloyal    Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Nah. Drugs: Indulges in something to soothe the nerves and/or trip balls once in awhile. Alcohol: Not much. He has a glass of wine a few times a sennight, otherwise he only really drinks at gigs and social events, and then just enough to loosen up (although he‘s pretty loose already hahaffff.)

RP Hooks ––– –    Reluctant Mage: Fal doesn’t volunteer that he’s an arcanist/summoner, and really can only be caught using (or even talking about using) magic in dire situations. However, on the rare occasion an experienced mage might see him break out the spells, they would notice that his technique is unrefined and atypical to say the least. He casts via gestures and verbal/auditory components rather than diagrams and symbols, and does not summon -egis, though Ruby can mimic their abilities. He does carry a “grimoire” but closer inspection will reveal that just a book of dirty limericks rebound to look appropriately mystical. As a mage, he’s a unique curiosity at best and a butcher of ancient arts at worst, depending on your perspective.    That’s What They Said: Fal’s into casual sex and will happily go home with/take home people of most any gender/race as long as they have a compatible personality and provide enthusiastic consent. A one night stand could easily turn into a lasting friendship. He also has a great respect for sex workers and adult entertainers of all kinds, and even spent a few years performing in the orchestra at a burlesque house.    Bohemians: Fal performs solo most of the time, but its mostly for the sake of convenience.  He actually loves the company of other creative folks and artists of all types, and is naturally drawn to them. Need to hire a guest musician in your band?  Want some creative leatherworking ideas? Just want to talk poetry? Need people to come to your gallery showing? He’d love to. Even if you’re not a creative type, you can still hire him to play at your nameday party or make you a nice set of wristbands!     Lowlives: Fal isn’t a member of the criminal underworld and doesn‘t actively commit crimes himself, but Eat the Rich and Fuck the Police are two of his favorite phrases.  He’s happy to look the other way or even aid/abet people that fall on the wrong side of the law (within reason.) Please note that this DOES NOT mean he can’t make friends with individual nobility or authority figures, he‘s just inclined to be distrustful of them at first. On the flipside, it also DOES NOT mean he condones violent criminals.

RP Preferences ––– – I actually don’t do in-game, real-time Rping, due to my schedule and pathological shyness/social anxiety (sometimes it takes me a few minutes/hours/days to work up the courage to respond to friendly overtures dasdasdsdfff).  Long-form, paragraph based RPs are my favorite - Discord chats work great for those!   A little darkness is fine - horror, mature themes, angst, combat, injury, but please miss me with that super dark edge lord shit. I’ve seen some Bad Shit IRL and I don’t take kindly to gratuitous cruelty, torture, abuse or violence for its own sake. I’m also not interested in ERP at all, and I‘m not big on shipping or fluff as a goal or focal point. HOWEVER, I’m not against the idea of it if it develops organically.

OOCly I am ––– – -Full disclosure; In my 30s and would rather not RP with minors. -Employed full-time as a veterinary (laboratory) technician at a decent-sized small animal practice. -A longtime RPer - I started with D&D in high school and never looked back. -Very happily married (my partner is an Rper as well, just not into MMOs.) -Ace and honestly dgaf what pronouns you use for me because I’m Tired. -In the PST time zone. Contact Information  ––– –

Discord is my preferred RP method - My handle is Falkyrie #6034

Also, I LOVE getting tagged with character/writing prompt memes - I want them all and will return the favor.

[kaibagirl007]

Come Undone 3/6

( the third part of a mini side-fic series to accompany my RP with @dragontamer05 )

‘Does it not intrigue you even the slightest bit as to WHY your council suddenly seeks an audience with you?’ Seto asked curiously from inside Kaiba’s mind as the CEO strut down the corridors of Kaiba Corp towards an ‘urgent’ meeting with the board of directors. 

No. Kaiba shot back tiredly, still slightly hungover from the night before. He’d really hoped that the other would have taken the hint he wasn’t welcome and go back to wherever it was that he had come from by now. Obviously not. You’ve been lingering around long enough to know that it’s perfectly normal procedure for me to meet with them.

’Timely arranged, yes…’ Seto agreed as his ghostly form slowly materialised beside the CEO. He was very disappointed to see the other still wearing the same dark teal suit and black shirt from the night before. ‘Abruptly like this, no.’

Whatever the reason may be, it’s nothing to be concerned about. This is MY company, I call the shots and would be the first to know if something wasn’t right.

‘Conceited rulers do not last long on their thrones-’

Fuck off already! Or do I need to resort to blocking you right here and now?

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

Try me.

Reluctantly, the pharaoh backed down. He’d already witnessed his bullheaded descendant develop the drug addiction to combat his unwanted presence, and had no desire to give him further excuse for such reckless behaviour. ‘Very well. I shall adjourn for now.’ 

With that said, Seto vanished and left the other in complete solitude, much to the CEO’s relief.

The door to the boardroom was pushed open and Kaiba entered to the sound of soft murmurs from the rest of the board members. Without saying a word, he headed straight towards his seat at the head of the table and sat down. A quick glance around saw an array of inside directors present for the meeting. Amongst them, he also spotted an unknown face.- a new intern was his presumption,- wearing a light baby blue suit, white shirt and striking red tie. It was a look that greatly contrasted his own. 

Imbecile. Kaiba scoffed internally at having seen the fresh-faced man dressed in such a bold manner that was way beyond his actual status. Either that or he was fashion-challenged. Heh, who in their right mind would wear such an audacious looking outfit?…

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence at such short notice, Kaiba.” 

The sound of the male voice greeting him broke Kaiba’s attention from the ‘nobody’ seated across the far side of the table. With the CFO seated to his right now having his full attention, he spoke, “Let’s bypass the formalities and get straight to the point, Tsuda; What is the purpose of this meeting?”

All murmuring around the table stopped and the situation was addressed head-on. “Our shareholders are becoming increasingly concerned with your behaviour as of late.”

“Oh? And just what behaviour would that be?” Kaiba challenged. Calmly he crossed both his arms and legs as he awaited a response from the older man. Had his addiction been uncovered? Hopefully not, he’d been so careful in hiding it.

“Since your break-up with Miss Amarella, you have been seen by the media, on numerous occasions, with various women… Surely you know what kind of picture that paints?”

“One that suggests I’ve moved on with my life?”

Tsuda laughed nervously. “Not exactly,” 

“Then enlighten me.” Irritation was starting to seep into Kaiba’s words. His head throbbed. He wasn’t in the mood for playing games and wished the other would just get straight to the point and accuse him of being a womaniser if that’s what was being insinuated. It wasn’t a term he wanted to be associated with, but if it kept attention on him and away from Kisara,- so that she was free to heal from their break-up without anyone hounding her,- then so be it.

“Well, um…” The CFO looked towards some of the other board members for help. “It’s understandable that you have… ’needs’, but… um…”

“What he’s trying to say, is that you should be more discrete,” Fuguta came to Tsuda’s rescue. Unlike the other, he wasn’t afraid of being so straight forward with his boss. “It’s been brought to the board’s attention that most of the women you’ve been seen with are known prostitutes. Associating with them will tarnish both yours and Kaiba Corp’s reputations when people find out you’re paying for sex.” 

“What proof do you have on these women?” Kaiba challenged the two men and anyone else who dared to meet his eye. “Personal experience? Or just some shareholder’s hearsay?”

Silence.

Whilst he knew perfectly well what ‘services’ the women offered, he was disappointed in his board for believing the word of others without being able to verify it. “And HOW DARE you suggest I would EVER proposition them for sex! They’re ‘escorts’. I hire them to accompany me to and from social events, nothing more.”

He was bending the truth a little, and with good reason as far as he was concerned. The women were used primarily as an easy access route and cover for his newfound addiction. Chizue and the others simply supplied him with drugs and very rarely did sexual intercourse enter into the equation. When it did, it was due to him being too high to give a shit, was meaningless and empty of any emotional connection or joy. Always. He fucking well hated it and felt disgusted with himself afterwards. 

“I suggest you cease hiring those woman before rumours spread and you become even more of a liability.”

 “You don’t get to make suggestions or call me a liability!” Kaiba’s attention and outrage shifted towards the boldly dressed intern who had brazenly spoken. His brows narrowed dangerously. “Need I remind you just WHO you are talking to?”

The other stood his ground, glared back and replied, “Go ahead, but let it be known that I really DON’T care for your womanising ways and conceited attitude.”

It was only now, when their eyes locked on each other, that Kaiba realised his mistake. The fresh-faced man wasn’t an intern at all but was, in fact, his brother. Mokuba? No, that couldn’t be right. The other’s voice was too deep, hair too short, face not as round, and even though they were sitting, his sibling seemed even taller than he remembered. He hit a growth spurt…and I missed it.

“Your position DOES NOT excuse your behaviour!” Mokuba hadn’t planned on being so aggressive as he spoke, but it seemed to be the only way his stubborn-ass brother would take note. “These rumours could ruin Kaiba Corp, the company you fought and worked so very hard to build. You NEED to stop before they become rampant and destroy what you have left.” 

Okay, this wasn’t how Kaiba had envisioned being reunited with his brother. Sure he’d expected some kind of hostility after what he’d done, but not like this and certainly not in front of the whole board of directors. He scoffed at the absurdity of the confrontation. “What do you plan to do besides this reprimand? Remove me from my position?”

“Your choice of words, not mine.” 

Wait, he’s actually serious about this?! Kaiba struggled to hide his disbelief at the solemness in both his brother’s face and voice. His eyes then scanned the rest of the board and he let out a hysterical laugh. “Sorry to break the news to you all, but as chairman of the board, NONE of you can do shit without my say-so.”

“I anticipated you’d say that.” Despite already feeling exhausted from the confident demeanour on show, Mokuba remained calm as he reached down for his briefcase and took out the holo-tablet. He tapped and swiped at the screen several times before an array of charts and graphs were projected into the air at the centre of the table, all of them showing Kaiba Corp’s shareholders and their choice of the two brothers whose stance they favoured. “As you can see, I dominate with 54% of the shares on my side. We both know what that means.”

I should have never given you 15% using my own assets. There were no words that could describe what Kaiba was feeling. His brother had done the unthinkable and betrayed him. In fact, all of his shareholders had. Except Industrial Illusions. At the back of his mind, he could hear Gozaburo’s amused laughter begin to surface. 

Sensing the sudden wave of fear, anger and a strange chortling in his descendant, Seto’s ghostly form entered the room by his side. ‘What is it, what happened?’ His presence seemed to be ignored as the other continued to focus solely on his brother.

“TRAITOR!” Kaiba roared as he failed to hold his anguish back any longer. He slammed his hands down on the table’s surface,- causing every member of the board to flinch,- and rose up from his seat. “HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS, AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE EVER DONE FOR YOU!!”

Fuguta readied himself to step in and defend Mokuba from a possible assault. None came though as Kaiba stayed where he stood, clenched his head and battled against the growing laughter inside it.

Seeing the distress that had been caused, Seto retreated to inside his descendant’s mind with aims to banish the source of the laughter. That was, once he could find it in the dark murkiness of the hippocampus.

“This i-isn’t a takeover, I promise you.” Mokuba’s voice cracked a little. It pained him to see his brother like this, knowing that his actions had just probably triggered memories of their adopted father that were otherwise best forgotten. He cursed himself for not having argued more with Roland and Pegasus about this part of the plan. Unfortunately though, it had been decided an unavoidable necessity. “You NEED a break to sort yourself out. You weren’t prepared to do it willingly so it came down to this. But if you go and self-reflect, or get help from a therapist, and work through your problems, Kaiba Corp is all yours again.”

The frozen terrified face made it hard for Mokuba to determine if his brother was listening or not. With a heavy heart but knowing it was for the best, he continued, “Until then though, as Kaiba Corp’s vice-president, and with the backing of the board, I relieve you of your positions as chairman and CEO.”

Kaiba remained unresponsive 

It wasn’t long before the pharaoh found the memory of a man tormenting the young boy whose throat he held whilst the child futilely fought back with tiny trashing arms trying to strike at the grinning face. With fists clenched, Seto raised his arms and flung them in a sweeping motion to dispel the memory as though it was nothing more than mist. The laughing ceased.

So that was it; he’d been overthrown my the only person he’d trusted throughout his whole life. Kaiba let go of his head and furiously turned on the board members. There was no way his brother would do this to him,- right?,- someone else had to be behind it all. “WHICH one of you put him up to this?!“

“None of them put me up to it,” Mokuba stated and almost wished that he hadn’t from the look he’d received. His lip trembled. “I just… couldn’t sit back and watch you flail any longer. You NEED help, Seto!” 

‘He’s correct’. the returning pharaoh sided with the younger brother. ’You have many issues to overcome. If you fail to tackle and overcome them, they will continue to eat away at and control you for the rest of your life… I know you don’t want that.’ 

I don’t know what I want anymore. Kaiba absentmindedly confessed before he remembered that the pharaoh could hear all of his thoughts. Fuck.

‘I understand you feel hurt by your brother’s actions,- just like both he and Kisara were by yours,-  but it takes courage to stand up to those you love, and after the way you have attacked and pushed people aside, it is unsurprising that THIS was the only way he felt you would take notice of him.’

“Seto?” Mokuba dared to break the silence and trance-like state the other had fallen into. “Please bro, take this opportunity to seek some help.”

Help? Kaiba didn’t feel he needed help, he just needed to self medicate. 

’No.’

“Whatever,” he breathed tiredly, almost but not quite in defeat. Stepping away from his seat, he headed towards the door before taking one last moment to glare back over his shoulder towards his brother. “I hope you realise what it is you’ve let yourself in for. You’ll soon find out that my job isn’t as easy as everybody seems to think it is.”

Once Kaiba had left the room, Mokuba turned to Fuguta. “Would you please watch him for the next 48 hours or so? You know, just to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. He should be okay once he’s had a couple of days for things to sink in a little.”

An affirmative nod was given. “Of course, sir.”  

With his brother now under surveillance as Fuguta went about the task asked of him, Mokuba turned to the rest of the board. “Nothing changes in my brother’s absence. You all continue to do your jobs like always and follow whatever plans he had in place, no matter how ridiculous they seem on paper. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” voices answered in unison.

“Good… Well, that’s all I have to say on the matter right now.” Mokuba then looked towards Tsuda and asked, “May I be excused for a moment please?”

The CFO failed to stop himself from laughing. “You’re the chairman now. You don’t need to seek anyone’s permission.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna take some getting used to,” the teen laughed nervously before he then left the room with a flush of colour to his face. 

He wandered down the corridor a little and then made a call on his phone. “Hey Roland!… Yeah, I’ve just done it… He didn’t take it too well, but it was better than expected… I am, and in all honesty, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I could really do with some guidance. So do you um, want your old job back?… Cool. I’ll see you in Seto’s- I mean, ‘my’ office when you get here. Oh, and could you pass the message on to Pegasus to let him know how it went? I really don’t feel like talking to him right now�� Thanks.”

The call ended and Mokuba stood in silence with his thoughts as he looked down at his brother exiting the building below. I’m sorry it came to this Seto, but it’s for your own good. Someday you’ll see that… I hope.

[wavemaker9]

/Someone/ asked for audrey/austin kink list so yeah, let’s talk about all the kids, yeah? I think for this i’ll cover the same kinks for everyone and just explain if they’re into it or not. Also I’ll be talking more about the guys but list any differences for the girls as they come up

Kyle:

Somewhat vanilla but can easily be led into some more kinky things depending on what. He’s verse with a top preference. He enjoys topping more but is willing to bottom if desired, though I think is a little more chill with bottoming for guys than girls because. Y’know, kyle brown and his lowkey sexism. Also has a more dominant than submissive pref, and is less okay with playing sub to someone. Can be convinced to, but he doesn’t like it as much, and even when he does it, he’s not really so much submissive as just /not/ dominant. Has to really like/trust a person to play any sort of actual submissive role and even when doing it, li ke. He’ll never get to diego levels. No one can get to diego levels. 

Knife/blood play - In human verse, he’ll often try it out but be very ~~~ doing it and feel really bad afterwards. It’s not something he gets to enjoy, usually, he’s doing that for his partner. In Nation verse, he’s a little more okay with it if his partner is also a nation since he knows they’ll come back. I think he’d be more worried doing it to a human if they asked though because he’d worry he’d fuck up and overstep because of the difference in what their bodies can go through. 

There’s a running thing lingering from the days in prev rp group where kyle was dating a yao where like. A lot of people in the group kept just assuming, either based on old headcanons, prev australias they’d interacted, or whatever, that he had a pain kink. And i’ve brought that up of that commonly being a thing that he gets mistaken for having a lot. It’s something i think was also brought up as true for mel of being mistaken as it being a kink thing? That seeking out pain as a coping mechanism isn’t the same thing as seeking it out for sexual pleasure and that it frustrates him a lot when people assume the second is true just because the first is. Because pain during sex often isn’t a turn on and usually is either a hard turn off he won’t even try or something he’s only willing to do to make his partner happy. The difference being that part of the reason he’s putting himself into those situations is like. A mix of giving him more control over his life. That’s not all the reason, but it’s a factor for sure, and so if you suddenly have someone else causing that pain instead, especially in a situation where there’s a vulnerability to a point, it has a one two punch of taking that control he needs away from him as well as putting him back in a situation of someone /else/ hurting him, which i brought up in diego’s post makes him uneasy at best because he /grew up/ dealing with that. That’s /why/ he needs his coping mechanisms in the first place. Like again, he’s more willing to roll with being hurt by someone he trusts, by someone who eases him into it and is careful and attentive and checks with him regularly and does their best to help keep him calm and happy too. But just average people like oh you hurt yourself all the time, you must have a pain kink, haha. It makes him almost unreasonably mad? He tries to be such a chill boy but that always sets him off. 

Also sometimes it’s not even a coping mechanism? He’s got pretty good luck but sometimes he /did/ just have an accident and he didn’t mean to hurt himself. That’s part of why when he was growing up, it was harder to confirm if he really was in a physically abusive home for a lot of people, because kyle was full of energy and didn’t think things through and would just do things because they seemed exciting and not think about the danger and then get hurt. There was plenty of proof that a lot of the injuries he got /were/ his own doing from just being too much of a rambunctious kid. At school or sporting events or play dates or parties or parks or etc etc etc, there were plenty of times people /saw/ kyle hurt himself. And usually it was minor but sometimes the whole class sees kyle try to climb on top of the slide in the school playground and fall off and break his arm and they know yeah no no one did that to him that was just an accident. And like. He never blamed summer for anything when he was younger, mainly because if she /did/ punish him with anything, she always blamed it to him on something he did. He misbehaved in some way and /that’s/ why he deserves this. Because she really was sweet most of the time to him when he behaved. Sometimes there was a general bitterness, especially after the divorce in any AU which always tends to make things worse for kyle, but most of the time he only dealt with her worse shit when he did something against what /she/ wanted, which to her, was misbehaving. And it wasn’t until his late teens that he started to really separate “me doing a stunt and hurting myself” blame vs “someone said i did something wrong and so hurt me” blame. Every injury he got as a kid/young teen he admitted to being his fault because he thought it /was/. And I think that’s another factor of like, why pain kinks aren’t fun for him? Some small part of his brain always says, “If someone’s hurting you, it’s your fault because you’re bad” and like. ...like that really, really sucks? Ugh, this section got dark, sorry guys. 

Bondage - can be into when done to others. It’s not a specific kink he looks for, but he’ll enjoy it if his partner is into it. Another hard turn off if someone tries to do it to him. Even just holding his wrists with your hand can make him uncomfortable, though pinning him at other points like the shoulders is usually acceptable as long as he can feel/trust that there /would/ be give enough to pull free if he wanted. He has to /really/ trust a person to even consider allowing them to do it and even then he’ll be real anxious the whole time so it’s not super fun for him anyway. It factors into his claustrophobia, he just feels so uncomfortable being restrained.

Breath play - another he can be ~ to okay with when done to others, but has to be eased into by someone he trusts if they want to try it on him and can make him /exceptionally/ anxious if not just panicking him into having to stop early. It’s similar to the bondage where you have to restrict him by holding onto his throat in some way to do it so it makes him ~~~ about at best. 

edging/orgasm control/etc etc etc - he’s not super into for himself but often loves it for others. Bit of a power trip, having that control over the other person + hearing the noises they make in growing desperation. Same with like over stimulation, all that shit he /loves/ doing to his partner. 

Pegging - would do it for his partner but again, he always prefers to top if he can, so. If partner really wanted to top, he’d do it for them, though. He’s not against it, just goes against preferences. Sometimes he’ll surprise offer to bottom for special occasions though so very likely to happen if he knows his partner would like it. 

Power play - his fave as long as he’s the one with the power. Another one where he can be okay with playing sub rarely for someone he really likes, and then it’s still like a very basic level. He likes the feeling of the power though. A royalty roleplay thing came up a couple times between kyle and ivan during hetalr after some prompting factor (i think it was kyle winning CAH), and both were surprised by how much kyle enjoyed it and got into the role after a little bit. He likes being able to tell people what to do on shallow matters and have them look up to him as if he’s the be all. That’s prolly a fave manifestation of power play. 

praise/begging - doesn’t like to beg but likes being begged to. Loves praise whether giving or receiving. Both likes to talk about how great partner is but also. God there’s this quote mako says in counter/weight that’s part of the list of why i always put kyle in that role in that xover, what was it? Oh! This group tries to recruit mako for a job because of his skills and he’s like oh thank god i’ve been wanting to talk about how good I am at this + “Will you keep telling me that I’m doing a good job [if I work for you]?” god i can’t believe mako trig has a praise kink. I. no, yes I can. Yes i absolutely can. Anyway, yeah that’s kyle, please tell him he’s good at everything or even just at anything, he needs to hear that so desperately please.

Rough play/spanking/slapping/biting/etc - as covered, some he’s okay with doing, some he’s not. Choking can be fine as long as he doesn’t have to do it too hard (relative to durability, like with nationverse). I think he’d be more okay with spanking someone than slapping someone. Pulling their hair he can do easily, etc etc. Much less okay with a lot of the stuff being done to him, though a part of me is continuously tempted to give him a slight hair pulling kink to go along with the ahoge things from nationverse. Speaking of, i refuse to change the idea that both nationverse!kyle’s ahoge and eyebrows are sensitive. It’s too fantastically dumb of an idea, i won’t part with it. 

Biting - I don’t think most AUs have this (not that he’s /against/ it, it’s just not specifically a kink) but just a friendly reminder that hybrid au kyle is /very/ into biting but also /very/ anxious about asking his partners if it’s okay because most people don’t want shark teeth digging into their skin. Lucky for him ivan is not most people. I think kylee might be some kind of snake or lizard or something in hybrid au. Listen idk if the one she’d be would be into biting like the grey nurse shark is, but also in comparison with kyle smiling and ivan just seeing sharp jagged shark teeth like hell yeah. Kylee smiling and asya seeing sharp fangs. Oh kylee with a snake tongue! Hey, hey guys! Kylee with a snake tongue tho! Kylee doing the snake tongue dart out thing sometimes. 

Maybe lizard because if anyone should get to be a snake it’s probably Al. though i feel like he was a bison too in prev drawings. Not sure if that’d change now that all the kids are being made their own people. I guess tehy could also just both be snakes too, dif types or whatever. God okay but kylee with the scales in the cool color patterns on her skin. 

Austin:

The most vanilla. Honestly since he’s ace-spec, he doesn’t really have any kinks that he’s particularly into, it’s just whether he’d be willing to try it for partner and how. When he does have sex, more verse. He doesn’t have enough experience to either prefer or be good at either top or bottom one way or the other. It’s just kind of what his partner wouldn’t want to do. Also would be more likely to lean on the submissive side earlier on, though with more experience he could get confident enough to take on a more dominant manner if preferred. He wouldn’t be like. Aggressive or passionate, even as he got more confident. You’d have to rile him up (either getting him angry and /then/ leading into sex or just teasing him enough where he gets upset about it past being able to keep his emotions in check) or something to get a reaction like that. Even if like, asked to try by his partner, i think he might if he cared about them enough, but it’s tough for him because expressing strong emotions like that makes him feel so uncomfortable. To him it’s a sign of weakness in him, he should be /better/ than that, he should have a good check on his emotions, he tries /so/ hard to keep a good check on his emotions because he knows sometimes he can snap and lash out, and any time he can’t, it just further upsets him until he has to withdraw. Even when /trying/ to act more emotive, it still either feels like a strain and an effort if he’s faking it and pushing this thing that’s much farther than what he’s normally comfortable with, or like being too risky, encouraging negative behavior that any other time he’d stamp down in an instant. Again, would still make the effort for someone he loved if he knew it was important to them, but it would have to be a rare thing and it’d be clear to see that like after the fact he was really uneasy about it happening depending on how rough he ended up getting, and I think at that point anyone he cared about enough to try that with would be like hey i don’t want you making yourself uncomfortable with that for me (mel, i’m thinking of mel and her kink for rough aus that she’s super embarrassed about early on). I do thing there’s a middle ground, especially later game, where you can get him to be a little more pushy without edging him too far into an uncomfortable area, but you’d have to be careful. On the bright side, the more comfortable and confident he does get, the more likely you /could/ get a pretty good display when he tops of like. him doing the long build ups, slow, deep, actually catching hands to intertwine fingers. almost sensual if that's the right word; a bit of passion that way, maybe. Again, that’d also be more likely late game, though. Honestly it probably takes a while of mediocre sex to get him anywhere decent.

Knife/blood play - really not into it. Could /maybe/ be convinced to do it to a partner, but hard pass for it done to him and he’s not super comfortable doing it to partner either if he’s being honest. the whole thing is just kind of weird to him.

Bondage - could be convinced for himself or partner, though would only be okay with light bondage on himself vs anything more.

Audrey might be less okay with bondage on herself. Or rather like would be okay with less, willing to try but say austin would be tolerating of all limbs being tied up more easily than audrey would. I think it’s just part of that thing with her needing to be more independent than him, she doesn’t like to be restrained and isn’t as comfortable with it.  

Okay. listen. Because of him often being tied to vines and shit, there’s always a part of me like lol vine tentacles, but like. If he ever /did/ use vine tentacles in an AU, bondage would be a big thing to focus on doing for him.  

I know her powers are acid based instead of plant based in most cases (there’s always dc au) but @ nyo for your consideration if you haven’t already thought about it, aud using vines on mel.

Breath play - Same as knife/blood play. Maybe a little more willing to do it to partner though. It’s not quite as squicky but still not a thrill point for him. Also like. No real arm strength so that’s not as great either.

edging/orgasm control/etc etc etc - i think he’d allow it to be tried out on him if partner really wanted it but would quickly enough be like hmm not a fan. Sure, the more extreme feeling is better but the build there is quickly anywhere from uncomfortable to painful and he’s not thrilled about that. He does this so rarely and mostly for partner, so.

Pegging - again, he’s fine being the bottom, so he’d be fine with it.

Power play/praise/begging - mm, not a big pro for him if he’s expected to act super submissive. He can play the sub just from like, he’s not often as experienced as his partner so if they want to take the lead in this, good! but actually being expected to play the Sub ™ © ® is not his cup of tea and he wouldn’t enjoy it. Same with like begging he wouldn’t want to do either. Most times he’d go to a begging mentality in life it’d be to avoid danger so that’s not sexy to him and wouldn’t be fun? and i think he’d take a while to grasp a concept of someone wanting to beg for something but not be given it right away, so others begging him also isn’t perfect. Praise is the most well received, with his ego, he loves being told he did well because he does strive to do well and he likes that confirmed. Wouldn’t want it over the top, “you did such a good job, i’m so proud of you”, like, idk that’d be a little ~ to him, i think it’s just too much for him. But something simple like a short “Very good job” or something he could enjoy. Praising others he’d be willing to do but it’s also austin so he’d probably need some practice working out how to praise in a way that sounds good .

Rough play/spanking/slapping/biting/etc - i think it’s just generally a no. again, could be convinced to give it a try, but all of that is a little ~ to him. Either he doesn’t want it done to him or it’s got a bad/weird connotation for him doing it or it’s just, idk, weird to him. Like he could try spanking but a part of him is going to react to it weird, it’d take getting used to before anything like that could be seen as sexy to him and he doesn’t want to have to get used to it first.

Toni:

Most kinky outside of diego and rosa (though i think carmen’s more kinky than toni just because she lets herself indulge in that more frequently). Preference is a more dominant top, but can be a sexual chameleon since he cares more about making his partner happy. Like truly, his fave thing is just focussing on his partner during foreplay to the point of near overwhelming them with pleasure. It’s a combination of knowing he has that low level control over their pleasure, showing how he’s so fucking good at yet another thing, and just getting to see someone he cares about unraveling from how good they feel especially because of him.

knife/Blood play - The classic. His favorite kink but also the one he’s def shamed by the most. Very rarely gets to indulge in it so it’s always a treat when he can, even if he feels bad about it later. i think carmen has it too but to a lesser extent maybe (though her probably being less embarrassed by it).

Bondage - would also be into on others. Less thrilled about it on himself, especially in nationverse AU, but he’d be more willing to with certain partners than others. On others, it just makes the aforementioned overwhelming the other that much easier. Even without actual bondage, i think that’s something he tends to. If he’s going down on someone, he’ll love to hold their hips in place and keep them there so they’re just left to deal with it when he actually starts to work on it. It’s a control thing.

Breath play - Would be more into it with the right partner (Ivan, Gil, maybe Arthur). It’s not something he’s as into when on the receiving end, but again, with the right partner, it can still work, he’d just much rather be the one on the choking side versus choked. With that right partner group, would be more okay with just letting it come up naturally in the moment whereas with others who he’s less experienced with them being into pain/etc, he’d need to be expressly asked and would check with them more frequently, and probably go a little easier on them, too. Could be convinced not to go easy on someone if they made it clear they could handle it/would let him know if they couldn’t, though.

edging/orgasm control/etc etc etc - he would enjoy doing that to someone a lot, like I said, he likes to do things that combine being exceptional, pleasing his partner, and having a bit of control over them, and this would tick all those boxes immediately. Favorite of this category would probably be getting multiple/dry orgasms out of his partner from overwhelming them. The writhing & squirming, the loud moans and screams, the fingers or nails digging into his arms or back or hair. It’s a good aesthetic he loves to see.

Pegging - similar to aus, would be fine with it to the same level that he would be bottoming for a guy, not a real difference to him either.

Power play/praise/begging - Similar to the blood one, he can be a bit more wary of indulging in this one because he knows he has a bad habit of letting his overconfidence get away from him when he’s not careful, but honestly, he loves power play shit? Maybe more than kyle? Probably more than kyle. He’s not particularly affected by a praise kink to him, he already knows he’s great, thanks for just confirming he guesses? He’s probably very good at it to others, though; usually knows just what to say on how well they’re doing, how he’s so in awe of them, how amazing they’re proving themself to be in this moment just like every other one, etc etc etc. He’ll beg in the moment if it’s part of the atmosphere but prefers to be begged to. There’s really little he could not /love/ about power play as long as he’s the one with the power, though again, can roll with the other having power instead.

Carmen is less good at praise kink towards others and it has no effect on her, how fucking dare you assume your compliments mean anything to her when she already feels you should be honored to sleep with her??? She also would /really/ have to be smitten with someone to try begging with them if she were the one doing it, but is as into the other person begging/her being in the position of power as toni, maybe more. Also doesn’t try to hide interest in this like toni might. Even more so than diego sometimes, you couldn’t kink shame her if you tried. Like I made a chart comparing passion vs confidence for the kids and carmen was the only one with a full score on either and it was on both. She’s basically Final Pam. Confidence 10, Drive 10, and the other two points we can throw right away. next time you invite carmen

Rough play/spanking/slapping/biting/etc - I’m. upset. By the fact that I think toni would enjoy spanking someone? I think he has to though. I think he has to be about spanking someone compared to diego who definitely is cool with being spanked, that tracks too much for their characters. Mm, :\. Yes though, uh, same as like choking/knife play, doesn’t like to be as open about enjoying it, will indulge more fully with some people while take it easy unless specifically prompted not to with others, etc etc etc. I don’t think he’s as in to slapping either way and probably not as into being spanked which I’m sure feels like a shame to at least some of the people he sleeps with given dat ass, though he’d be willing to try it out if partner was really into spanking. Biting would be good both ways, same with other shit like scratching, pulling hair, pushing around, etc. Again, wouldn’t be as open about this and would go easier on most people even if it did come out, but it’s another indulgence kink for him for sure.

[unfortunate-rp]

Congratulations, GISE! You have been accepted as your original character, PAMELA LUGO. I’m really excited to see Pamela on the dash! She’s got an interesting background that I think will be great for the plots to come! Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Gise

Age: twenty two

Pronouns: she / her

Time zone: GMT -6

Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): I would say 8.5 because while I currently have a lot of free time, writing inspiration doesn’t always strike exactly when we want it to. Still, I’ll be available almost all the time for plotting, direct messages and so.

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ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION

Character Name:  Pamela Lugo

FC: Melissa Fumero / America Ferrera

Date of Birth: April 8th

Age: thirty five

Character Quote: “If you reach for the stars all you get are the stars, if you reach for the heavens you get the stars thrown in.”

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she / her

Sexual Orientation: undetermined

Occupation: Astronomy Art Specialist at Orion Observatory

Affiliation: V.F.D (firefighter)

Neighborhood: The Homes at Poplar Grove

Personality: (witty, curious, kind | stern, impatient, elusive)

BIOGRAPHY

Most of us get our names picked for us when we’re barely a few days, or even a few hours, old. Pamela picked her own name when she was a few, four to be exact, years old. Surely she had had another name (for two years at least) before she arrived at Miss Finch’s home for Orphans. All she arrived there with was a set of pyjamas, a star-patterned blanket and a confused expression. It was never explained to her why or who had brought her there.  She wondered about growing up, there wasn’t much free time about Miss Finch’s to sit and wonder. Though the people were kind, the chores were far too many. And whatever free time she did have, she spent at the Library.

An important reason was that her own life sometimes seemed to her too dull to spend as herself and in that one crowded home. The other, that the Library had newspapers going back decades, and once she’d gone through those of the year she arrived at the home, she kept looking back and back, searching for any clue, any photograph with a face that looked faintly like hers. Her blanket seemed an important clue for her, because she knew she couldn’t have picked it herself. Thus, anyone who wrote or drew or had anything at all to say about the stars became an interesting daydream. From two of those subjects she came to choose the name Pamela and the last name Lugo. As she grew older it seemed fated, as she discovered the stars were also her favourite thing to write, draw, read and talk about.  By age nine she had intricate knowledge of constellations and how to work a telescope, as well as a commonplace book filled with notes and illustrations.

When the orphanage funds grew thin and her future seemed dim, the door on future books and schools closing, a new opportunity opened. It came in the form of a note, written in a yellow piece of paper slipped inside one of the books she checked out most often from the library. It stated that a mysterious benefactor would help her pursue a career in Astronomy as long as she promised to make use of that career in the Orion Observatory.  She dismissed it, but a few days later, on the taxi ride back home from the library, the driver revealed the benefactor to be a Secret Organization, as well as the reason they needed someone trustworthy and well versed in all literature to look after a particular parking spot in the observatory.

And so, she finally found the two things she had always longed for in life: people to belong with, and the opportunity to do something extraordinary, even if through the seemingly ordinary. She grew up to do just that, eventually finding the perfect job in Orion Observatory. But good things can only last so long, and as the organization started breaking down in two, she had no choice but to align with those doing the noble thing. Little did she know things would only grow worse from Sybil Halloway’s murder on …

CONNECTIONS

Co-Worker to GEORGE JOHNSON George Johnson is one of the guards at Orion Observatory. She is one of the very few people Pamela makes a point of greeting and making small talk with at work, for he is vital in her role of guarding the messages passed along at the Observatory.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

Pamela gave up on the idea of finding her family many years ago. Her devotion for V.F.D runs as deep as blood, to the point where it has surpassed and replaced her childhood dreams of growing in the Astronomy Art field.

She is a quiet, secluded person. The schism within the organization has made her even more so.  Though her talents have earned her a good salary, she remains modest and does not like to flaunt or draw any attention to herself, not even at V.F.D parties or balls.

She is currently working on the development of an Astronomy related code for her side of the schism. She thinks old codes are untrustworthy since both sides know them, so this project feels of the uttermost importance for her.

What potential plans do you have for this character? I want the moral greyness of V.F.D to become more apparent for her. Even if I think she will always remain loyal to her side and the organization, I’d like the events of this roleplay to present a conflict for her that forces her outside an isolated, black and white perspective of the world.

What do you hope to bring to this roleplay with your character? First of all I’d like to bring someone who can help the plot move along in quiet ways. Just the passing along of information can be very important. And like I mentioned, I’d like to bring in someone who grew up within the Organization and is mostly – and consciously – blind to its flaws. Someone who can lure potential volunteers in by selling the V.F.D she believes in, and who is determined to protect it.

Anything Else? Why it was Into the Spider-Verse and it was awesome, thank you for asking.

WRITING SAMPLE

Ah, so it was quarter past eleven already. She had set her alarm for that time just in case she lost track of time – and she always did.  It was raining, too. She quieted the alarm and relished in that quiet for a moment.  There was only the soft sound of the raindrops against her window and the faint footsteps from up in the Main Telescope room. For a telescope room they were an awful lot and awfully noisy, she thought. Maybe once she would’ve liked to be in that room, peering for her assigned five minutes.  Or it could be ten now. Surely they would’ve given her fifteen, because she had once liked to imagine she’d always be the one to say the most interesting things in the room. Don’t get her wrong, she still enjoyed herself immensely on the rare occasion she used the telescope, but now … now she liked it quiet.

Or at least quiet enough to listen to any odd footsteps. Not that they were a frequent thing, yet she was frequently alert for them. And for any headlights lighting up her window view. For everyone else in the Observatory, it wasn’t a great view. It actually made one of the ugliest ones. Many argued she should argue for a move, because it didn’t allow her to look at much except the parking lot and a bit of the sky. However, it was perfect for her.  

It was perfect because, should anyone park there at night, it was her job to keep an eye on it. By now she recognized the few who took the spot –taxis, most of the time – and found looking at it expectantly as thrilling as the night sky. Thrilling in every way, exciting and tense. It was the tensest when the park in question wasn’t a taxi, since taxis was what her associates preferred to drive in.  And as a pair of headlights, somewhat squared and bright, moved in, she realized it would be one of those nights. She leaned a bit closer to the window, making her chair squeak – quick note, a better chair was something she shouldargue for.  The car stood still, and when someone finally exited from it, she was more tense than excited to make out a silhouette she didn’t recognize.

Tiptoeing, she made her way downstairs, and sneaked into the accountant’s office. They always left at five, so the lights had been long turned off and the windows long closed. She peered from them, and the figure stood right where she’d left it. Tick tock, half an hour went by, and the figure didn’t move. She rushed back upstairs to turn her office’s light off, grab her purple coat, and make a casual exit. Just an excited employee staying a little bit longer under the night sky.  Casually she strolled past the figure, who was a man in a black coat and hat.

“Goodnight sir. Are you here for our midnight Verified Firmament Display?”

[summysparklesprocket]

Character Sheet: Summy

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name:  Summy Sparklesprocket

Reason or Meaning of Name: Honestly it was something that I used from Sumffin, which is the non-RP character IGN. Was a joke between my irl brother and I.

Character’s Nickname/Alias: Sums

Reason for Nickname/Alias: Bennas just shortened her name to Sums on occasion, but for the most part she’s just Summy. ( @theodorebennas )

Birth Date: May 10th

Physical appearance

Age:  52

How old does he/she appear: Upper 20′s Lower 30′s

Weight: 30 pounds. (Gnomes are light)

Height: 2′6″

Body build: Petite

Shape of face: Round 

Eye color: Light Blue

Glasses or contacts: Neither

Skin tone: Pale

Distinguishing marks: Lots of scars. Some of them have been healed away, and some are being hidden with illusion magic and make-up. They are there though. One that is always visible when her shirt is off is a scar right on her belly from a crossbolt. It an X shaped scar caused by when they were removing it.

Predominant features: Her eyes and hair match and she tries to color coordinate her clothing on occasion with it.

Hair color: Light Blue, same as her eyes.

Type of hair:  Wavey and long, outside of the pony-tail it’s probably about to her butt, maybe a bit longer.

Hairstyle:  Pony-tail. It’s always in a pony-tail except when she’s in her apartment.  

Voice:  High and squeaky.

Overall Attractiveness: For a gnome, if she didn’t exercise more than a normal mage about average or slightly above average. Since she does work out a lot between tinkering and military, above average. 

Physical Disabilities: None. Despite all her injuries, she actually hasn’t gained any physical disabilities yet. 

Usual Fashion of Dress: Casual clothing or robes. She doesn’t really care about what she wears, but the gnome who designs her robes goes all out. (I’ll forget, but the one who designs them is @integrabrenagh‘s gnome. Yes. For those who know her, Faye is a tailor, and a damn good one.)

Favorite Outfit: Black pants that are similar to yoga pants, skin tight and really don’t hide anything, but are super comfortable and a light blue vest she doesn’t wear in public anymore because she had a lot of creeps hit on her. (I lost the vest is the real reason. I’ll find it again one day)

Jewelry or Accessories: She doesn’t wear too much jewelry. She may wear a random ring or some earings on occasion, but she hasn’t cared too much about it aside from one she’ll quietly wear cause it looks pretty.

Personality

Good Personality Traits: She’s intelligent, and sociable. Unlike the mun on occasion, she’s not afraid to go up to and start talking to people randomly despite having never met them. She also doesn’t have shame, so she’s not afraid to ask normally embarressing questions, or make lewd jokes in public. On the other hand, she tries to be aware of her surroundings and what she’s doing. Including if someone is getting more embarressed and angry than what she meant.

Bad Personality Traits: She can occasionally take things too far. Whether that’s someone getting embarressed or angry or whatever, she can take jokes too far without noticing. On the other hand, despite what she shows outwardly, she really doesn’t trust herself a lot and when she gets in private she overthinks. She’s constantly worried that she’ll go back to how she was in the past and will get mean and rude and hurt people. 

Mood Character is Most Often In: At the moment happy.

Sense of Humor: Lewd humor, puns, and physical humor. She makes all kinds of jokes.

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Making her friends and loved ones laugh.

Character’s Greatest Fear: Causing her friends and loved ones pain.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?  Her being the reason a friend of loved one was killed or caused immense emotional, mental, or physical pain. I’m unsure if she could forgive herself.

Character Is Most at Ease When: She’s tinkering, or either at the Bennas estate Summerfast (I think) or with Pin and/or Leon. ( @darbiebot @mremaknu )

Most Ill at Ease When: Those who she cares about are upset with her for legitimate reasons.

Enraged When: People ignore her, think she’s dumb, or is invalid or similar things. Also short jokes. Those who are closest to her can make short jokes, but the list is super short.

Depressed or Sad When: She thinks she messed up, or when her brain goes back to her past or certain events in the past. Slight PTSD kinda thing. 

Life Philosophy: “No need to be so serious all the time. Gotta let go and have fun.” There really isn’t a specific philosophy, but this is the closest one she’s got.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be:  World peace. Okay not really. I honestly don’t know, because she doesn’t know. The closest thing is she wishes she could fix some mistakes in the past, but she doesn’t know how things would change if she could. So she has no idea. 

Character’s Soft Spot:  Julliette and Theodore Bennas, and Pin.

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?  I don’t think so. She doesn’t worry about them because they’re all able to take care of themselves.

Greatest Strength: Her intellect/creativity, and her ability to talk and be friends with anyone.

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: She questions herself a lot more than she lets on. She just hides it by being confident in civilian settings. She has trouble trusting herself in more serious matters, but she knows how to hide it.

Biggest Regret:  Letting herself become corrupt without noticing.

Minor Regret:  Unsure of this one at the moment.

Biggest Accomplishment: Becoming as knowledgeable at tinkering as she has. Mastering frost and fire magic as much as she has. 

Minor Accomplishment: Getting to the rank of Major in the Military.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: She still occasionally has spells blow up in her face because she’ll screw up, or she’ll just mess up the spell and nothing will happen. Most of the time her fellow soldiers will not notice, but it’s still embarressing.

Character’s Darkest Secret:  She’s tortured innocent people to death and insanity. 

Does Anyone Else Know? Her superiors in the Vanguard. And two people who were there when it was happening. Outside of those people. Nope.

Goals

Drives and Motivations: Try to distract herself and forget what was explained above and a few other things. 

Immediate Goals: Figure out Azerite uses. Hope the Alliance doesn’t go to war with the Horde, but she knows it’s gonna happen.

Long Term Goals: Currently she doesn’t really have one aside from spend time with friends and loved ones cause of the upcoming war. She’ll be trying to get people to stop the pointless war when it starts.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Magic, talking to people, condemning those who are war hungry through whatever means possible.

How Other Characters Will Be Affected:  Some will die (NPC’s), some will be annoyed/angry with her, some will be better off. 

Past

Hometown: Gnomeregan

Type of Childhood: Abusive. Educated. Fleeing

Pets: None.

First Memory: Something sad involving her parents being assholes

Most Important Childhood Memory: Tied between a particularly brutal night that ended with her fleeing into the night, and when she discovered she had a knack for the arcane.

Childhood Hero:  The Guardians of Tirisfal. Medivh, before him Aegwynn.

Dream Job: Where she is right now she’s happy with. She eventually wants to do a job involving tinkering, but she’s in no rush for it.

Education: PH.D 

Religion: None.

Finances: As a child, her parents were middle class, but she tried to avoid them and did her own thing. So she was poor for awhile, but then joined the Kirin Tor.

Present

Current Location: Stormwind or Elwynn most of the time

Currently Living With: She has an apartment in Stormwind, a permanent room at the Bennas Estate of Summerfast (I think that’s the name), and likely could stay at her girlfriend’s place whenever she wanted.

Pets:  An Owl-kitten that she hasn’t named yet

Religion: None

Occupation:  Military. Tinker. 

Finances: Lower part of Upper Class

Family

Siblings: A Brother

Relationship With Them: Good

Spouse: Pin Peppercog (girlfriend, not married)

Relationship With Them: Really good.

Children: none.

Relationship With Them: none

Other Important Family Members:  none

Favorites

Color: Light Blue

Least Favorite Color: None

Music: Hard Rock/Metal

Food: Steak.

Literature: Everything.

Form of Entertainment: Spending time with Pin and Leon, tinkering, hanging out at the Bennas estate.

Expressions: Laughter, or annoyance if they’re annoyed at her shenanigans

Mode of Transportation: Fidget spinner mage disc or Portal.

Most Prized Possession: The Owl Kitten.

Habits

Hobbies: Tinkering.

Plays a musical instrument? Nope

Plays a sport? Nope

How he would spend a rainy day? Magical research, tinkering, reading whatever, walk around in the rain and not care.

Spending Habits: About average. She doesn’t need a lot that she doesn’t already have access to.

Smokes: Occasionally.

Drinks: Rarely

Other Drugs: Rarely

What does he/she do too much of? Annoying people. Working, whether it be military based, tinkering, or research.

What does he/she do too little of? Sleep. Eat when she’s focused on a certain project or work (she forgets).

Extremely Skilled At: The arcane, tinkering, reading (girl can read at some stupid speeds), research.

Extremely Unskilled At: Cooking. Taking care of herself in the normal sense. 

Nervous Tics: Slight eye squint, looking around more often.

Usual Body Posture: Standing straight. 

Mannerisms: Happy, smiling (at least when most people see her)

Peculiarities: Darting eyes. Constantly on alert.

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist? Mix of the two.

Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious? Daredevil

Logical or Emotional? Logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat? Methodical and Neat most of the time, but when she tunnels on something she can get messy.

Prefers Working or Relaxing? Working

Confident or Unsure of Himself?  Both. Depends on a few things.

Animal lover? Yeah.

Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: Outwardly appears confident, inwardly doesn’t trust herself.

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Smart

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: “A little gnome who knows the arcane and can tinker well. A gnome who knows how to gather information and how to mislead people. I’m not that good at this.”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Her intellect and creativity.

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Her recklessness.

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her behind. She works hard on it. 

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Her stumpy legs. 

How does the character think others perceive him/her? Logically, she knows most people like her. Emotionally, she occasionally thinks that everyone hates her despite knowing it’s not true. 

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself? More trust in herself.

Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Mixed opinion of people in general.

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Yup.

Person Character Most Hates: At the moment she doesn’t really hate anyone that much. The person that it’s like to develop into is Percival Thalsian.

Best friend(s): Theodore Bennas, Julliette Bennas, Josamin Ravenscäl

Love interest(s): Pin Peppercog

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Theodore Bennas most likely.

Person Character Feels Responsible For: No one at the moment cause those who she would she knows that they can take care of themselves, so she doesn’t bother.

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: It’s uncommon that she feels awkward.

Person Character Openly Admires: Integra Brenagh

Person Character Secretly Admires: Leon Ambroce

Tagged by: @thalsianiii

Tagging: @theodorebennas, @juliette-bennas, @pinpep, @mremaknu, @wardennerd, @malien-moonray, @ithaerielbrenagh, @risrielthron, @kat-hawke, @murkeyglglgl, @vordasblackspire, @wraithclaw

[the-soiled-dove]

RP Profile: Aeriandria Firespark

About Her:

Aeriandria is a calm, somewhat timid elf on first approach. She is generally uncomfortable with being approached, but she was raised to be cordial so she will be if spoken to. She loves observing those around her more than making conversation. Even more than people watching, Aeri loves asking questions. Once she warms up though, she will heckle you with questions; tossing aside all propriety in the process. She is a very curious elf about all things, including the darker and taboo ways of the worlds.

Despite being naturally demure and oblivious in nature due to her upbringing, Aeri is intelligent and catches on quickly. She's also loyal to a fault to those she comes to care about, though she prefers to dedicate most of her time to furthering her abilities as a priest or volunteering at the various medic bays around Azeroth (namely Dalaran). When she's not doing that, she's busy saving and collecting rare pets. She has a favorite and most prized companion, Risa, that can be found by her feet most times. If you ask her about her collection she will light up in excitement...and then drag you off to show you her menagerie in the process.

Feel free to make contact or whisper me if you would prefer her to approach!

Physical Appearance:

Her frame is tiny for an elf, standing at a mere 5'4", forever unable to tower over most of the other races -- even if she tried to be intimidating. Her petite form has since filled out, giving her a more shapely appearance than before, though she still remains in shape despite the changes. Long starkly white locks are normally piled on top of her head neatly in some way, but she is apt to wear her hair down in a curly mess if in a rush or feeling particularly insecure. Her spring orbs are naturally doe-like in appearance, as if constantly in surprise at one thing or another (which usually, she is). On occasion, she will wear delicate framed spectacles that sit perched on a pert nose, usually when perusing writing. Her face is a delicate heart-shape without a single blemish, her lips a soft peachy pink. She declines to wear make-up any longer save special occasions or important events where she deems it necessary.

Most notably, Aeri has a unique tattoo that is scrawled on the outside of either thigh. The ink curls and spirals towards the front of her slim thighs, black as night with sparkling silver flecks littered throughout the delicate design. Though, if one was to watch, they would see that the ink itself that has been etched into her skin is enchanted. The longer you stare, the more it begins to look like the darkness of the ink is swallowing the lighter pigment (which is exactly what is happening).

[[See this picture for the design -- mild nsfw warning.]]

Misc. Facts:

+: Family: Her parents are deceased, she does have a sister whom she has a tumultuous relationship with at current. She will mention a "Matron" that helped raise her and her sister Varelys, as well. It has also been made public knowledge that she has a brother, Aeralian who is currently MIA. Additionally, she now has a baby boy named Ren'ithel that she will not willingly talk about and does not currently take care of; he is currently about five months old.

+: She has ample funds, but is safe-keeping for a reason, ask her if you want to know. It's obvious that she is wealthy by the fabrics she wears and the fact she has no idea how much anything costs, willingly throwing gold out and just /hoping/ it's enough (It's always too much).

+: Aerie doesn't really understand nor consider proper dress for someone in her line of work. She (not so) secretly enjoys dressing up in odd (and sometimes potentially revealing) clothing.

+: She's a notorious fidget. She has a difficult time staying still, honestly don't think she could if her life actually depended on it. Whether nervous, excited, scared, she's always moving in some way.

+: Currently unemployed and freelance. If you're interested in hiring her, please feel free to message me and we'll see what works (I prefer neutral based guilds for IC reasons).

+: Fluent in Orcish, Thalassian, Common, Zandali, and most recently Demonic/Eredun. 

OOC Information:

+: If you made it this far, thank you very much for reading about my idiot child, I hope you like her!

+: I do not roleplay as often in the Warcraft universe currently, but I am always open to storylines, new connections, friends, etc. I also do roleplay over in FFXIV now, so if you have characters over there and would be interested, let me know!

+: I enjoy not just roleplaying, but playing the game and going through content (as well as other games). I like to be friends outside of roleplaying, because I think at the end of the day having a good friend is more important than an rp partner.

+: I'm a pretty laid-back individual, and just like everyone else I play this game for fun. I think OOC communication is most important, so if either of us is not enjoying the scene or if there's an issue (maybe we're just not having fun or connecting) then that's more than alright; we should talk about it.

+: I'm open to all types of RP. I myself am a multi-para roleplayer who is also an angst monster and enjoys darker themes in roleplay, but I am open to almost everything. I enjoy slice of life and fluff scenes just as much as the rest, and anything in between. I also tend to insert humor into my posts whenever possible. ♥

[archivesdiveronarpg]

Congratulations, LOLA! You’ve been accepted for the role of ROSALIND. I have waited for my small, fighty daughter for so long -- and now you have absolutely blessed Diverona with her. Lola, I am completely and utterly over the moon with this all; from the interview, to the future plots, to the para sample, and the headcanons that detail her facets and characteristics perfectly. Ramona is, perhaps, one of my absolute favorite characters with her tongue-in-cheek humor and her need to fight with every breath that she takes. Bless you for bringing Ramona to the dash! I can’t wait to see what trouble she stirs up and what trouble she is bound to get into! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

Out of Character

Alias | Nicola / Lola (’ello, it’s me, i’m weak af)

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | I go to university three times a week and am currently looking into getting a part time job plus my own rp project is soon to open but I always try to check in at least once a day unless I am not physically capable of it whatsoever — and, in all honesty, if I really vibe with a group, I become embarrassingly obsessed and will just be around during all my waking hours pretty much.

Timezone | GMT+1

Triggers | none, actually c:

Permission | Sure, I don’t mind!

Current/Past RP Accounts | oh god I have so many that I’ll just go with the most recent ones, this smol son of mine & this fierce daughter of mine whom I only got to play briefly but there’s a nice lengthy writing sample under the diary tab of her navigation!

In Character

Character | Rosalind — also known as Ramona Marlena Aguilar

What drew you to this character? | The first thing about her that caught my eye was her attitude — seizing the day, fighting back even when the odds aren’t in your favour, never caving in because the very act of living has so much left to offer you. I love that she hasn’t allowed her grief to define her but has clung to her rebellious mindset despite (or perhaps because of) the obstacles thrown in her path, even in times when she might have been better off becoming the submissive little girl she could never stomach being. To me, she feels like a free spirit but not the spacey, reckless kind without a care in the world. Instead, she perfectly combines this aspect of her personality with ambition, determination and endurance which could one day get her far should she stick to them.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | I would hope for Ramona to keep her spirits and carry on fighting her way through the tragedy of her life with her focus set solely on a positive outcome, never risking a glance back at the dilemmas of the past. In terms of plots, I hope she can have, in correspondence to my earlier elaborations, mostly — but not only —positive development. (I’ve honestly been dreading this part a little and procrastinating it until I ended up kind of researching past events and kindly getting fed some inside info on recent happenings so I’m really sorry if it’s a total mess but I had very honourable intentions??)

1. Increased ambition. With the sudden collaboration between Capulets and Spades, I can see Ramona’s will to fight being at an all-time high, her eagerness exemplary and dedication to the Montagues’ cause admirable, verging on (perhaps) ever so slightly obsessive. In times like this, she will be looking to prove herself both to herself and to her superiors in hopes of her efforts paying off and there being a higher rank within the organisation she now views as a substitute family but would like to have a little more say in in her future  — unsurprisingly, considering Rosalind famously happens to be Shakespeare’s female character with the most lines.

2. Increased concern. After the fiasco at The Dark Lady earlier in the month, Ramona can’t seem to shake a certain feeling of discomfort looming in the pit of her stomach when she isn’t sure about Valentina’s whereabouts, her friend’s life having as much value to her as her cousin’s at this point, both of them much more valuable than her own about which she rarely worries — after all, she has always pulled through so far. With the enemy growing stronger, I could see her concern for her closest friends growing larger, eventually spanning the grand majority of the mob. While the role of the mother hen may or may not suit her, she surely shouldn’t forget to keep looking out for herself for no one has any use for a dead protector.

3. Increased sense of self. Albeit lacking blood relation, Ramona has always viewed herself, first and foremost, as an Aguilar, and deemed the family as good as holy, their cause and intent always, without exception, matching her own, transforming her into merely a puzzle piece needed to complete the bigger picture. In interplay with her carpe diem mantra, I would love for her to put more thoughts into her individuality, which she does claim to value greatly but nevertheless pushes aside with ease in hopes of it being beneficial for the others. Perhaps she could come in touch with her roots or simply take a little time to ponder what she wants out of life for herself and not just the mob, to find a goal other than staying alive and to actually live every day to its fullest which I don’t think she has fully achieved quite yet for it is certainly a task much easier said than done.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? | A coy grin took a hold of her lips, orbs formerly described as doe eyes by her late father exhibiting a fiery glimmer, unmistakable proof of wildness untamed beneath the surface. Countless options shot through an alert mind at the speed of light, some of which turned the corners of plump lips further skywards; strange concepts of a past long behind her. Quiet places, the right location for a nobody to morph seamlessly into the crowd, often recommended to her when the city was still as foreign to her as she was a stranger to it. The Capital Library of Verona, the silent façade a cover for the organisation that should turn out to be her destiny, bearing the possibility of premature membership had she taken this well-intended advice. The elegantly educational confines of the Twelfth Night Museum, strictly honourable by day to make up for the debauchery unfolding in its upper realms night after night. The Castelvecchio Bridge she loved to cross consciously in the company of mindless pedestals, fur-clad paws of her tiny companion slowing their pace as they sensed the danger in the air she thrived on. Countless options, only one would be revealed. “Since I first heard of it, I was fascinated by the concept of a nightclub in a museum. In fact, I used to take it for a wild fabrication of someone trying to screw me over when I was first told about it.” Soft laughter scattering in varying directions with every shake of her head. “The initial bewitchment of the Tempest Lounge has faded, of course, but I still like going there just the same. It’s the kind of place where you can truly lose yourself for a bit and we all deserve a break from our woes and worries every once in a while.”

What does your typical day look like? | Briefly pursed lips, accentuating a tentative expression, soon opened again with delight, some of her daily rituals evidently close to her heart. “First of all, I wake up. Obviously. Before I do anything else, I take a few minutes to meditate; align myself with the universe or whatever you want to call it. Tell myself it’s going to be a day worth living, you know? Then I have a quick breakfast — I’m not really the type to lounge around for hours before I do anything productive — and make myself look just presentable enough to walk Persephone. After that, I usually pop in at our headquarters, or wherever else I’m supposed to meet with someone, to see what needs to be taken care of. I’m not very fond of always having a perfectly thought out plan when there isn’t any need for one so I just take it as it comes, hence once there’s nothing to do for me anymore I just try to make plans with Valentina or Castora or stroll around for a while or have a nice evening in with the dog.” A nonchalant shrug. “Whatever the day ends up having in store for me, I take it — unless it’s a shitty offer, of course.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“I consider it a necessary evil,” Ramona noted matter-of-factly, features hardened to an extent they bordered on neutral unreadability. “There’s always going to be bloodshed in this world, especially in this city. Someone is always looking to screw someone else over, even if it’s just two cockroaches. There’s no such thing as peace and harmony in a place like this and conflict is inevitable, no matter what the motives. It’s either the Capulets or the Spades or the two of them combined or some other leech trying to creep up our leg and suck on as much of our blood as they can before they’re being squished. That’s just the way this wicked game called life is played. As long as you keep fighting,” she shrugged, “you’re doing it right. And none of us should ever cease to fight. They asked for it.”

In-Character Para Sample:

“For fuck’s sake, where the hell are they?!”

Aggravated stomps carried a petite frame through the living room straight to the bedroom, prompting a tiny ball of white and grey fur to hop onto the bed in agony, shelter found on top of the covers. It’s a rare occasion in which one can witness Ramona losing her temper to this extent over something of so little significance but when the time has come, she is set off by even the smallest inconvenience that stands between her and a good time. In this particular scenario, the pair of earrings she was set on wearing tonight was the insufferable offender, whereabouts currently unknown, no sign of life provided. Behind her laid a trail of doom, chaos lining the lingering shadow of her steps, a freshly cleaned up flat transformed into a war zone within ten minutes or less. Thus far untouched, the bedroom was soon to follow the example set by its neighbouring localities, the first step to uncleanliness being the rummaging through drawers of her vanity the woman would have loved to simply pull out, their contents to be carelessly scattered on the floor — but her chance was missed the moment her fingertips brushed against the silk surface of a small pouch stored at the back of the first drawer, leaving her frozen mid-motion. Slowly, with extraordinary care, the unexpected meaningful discovery was retrieved with trembling hands, widened pupils settling on the fabric as though they were focusing on a dreamlike vision, her grip on reality lost once and for all.

Dumbstruck, the brunette plopped down on the chair strategically placed behind her, nails dug deeply into a token of her past she had believed to have vanished, a keepsake nearly forgotten. Deep breaths. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Lids fluttered as she concentrated on her breathing, her increased heart rate only slowing down reluctantly. What shocked her the most, more than stumbling upon this little memento, is the shock itself. Wasn’t she supposed to be over it, the girl who lived, the girl who left her past behind along with the pain it caused her? Then why did a tied up pouch clasp her throat so tightly she feared she might choke any second now? Because she knew all too well what treasures it bore, stored within its hidden confines in a haste without a second look or thought, to be dug up nevermore.

Yet nevermore had come upon her, not the most unlikely guest considering the languid measures she had taken to prevent it from returning to her doorstep; measures she had taken because deep inside, the notion locked within her heart’s chambers, she knew all too well that one day, she would want them back in her line of sight: items she could no longer refrain from revealing if she was ever to regain her peace of mind. A gentle tug on the woven string, the innocent prisoners practically breaking out without further ado, gathering atop the vanity’s stark white surface.

A pendant sans its chain, shaped like an owl, its wise eyes staring back at her uneasy expression caught her attention first, pointer tracing its outline. This one she was given by her father, his pupils clouded with paternal concern. “Now, you’re a wise girl, Ramona. As wise as an owl, aren’t you? So please,” he had implored her, “please do me a favour and act like it.” A statement that could have easily triggered offence and, alas, it did for a few fleeting moments long since lost in time, but the addressed could only still hold onto it fondly, the memory of the encounter blurrier than she had hoped it would be. These should be the last words directed at her to drip from the man’s lips, his passing inevitable and to set in merely two days later. Pursed lips gathered at the corner of her lips in a soft frown. At least she hadn’t completely let him down. Granted, her way vastly differed from his but, in her eyes, she has been wise. A wise girl making wise decisions, finding herself a new home and purpose in a world of exaggerated cruelty.

Next came a marble seemingly made of its name twin so delicately painted, once her brother’s most prized possession in days of infantile innocence far away from this city’s shameful alleys he had given to her with a heavy heart full of love, the final seal of approval ending a rite of initiation as his sister. Oh, how she craved to regain the lightness of being they both possessed then, irrevocably lost the instant their soles touched Italian ground. “Relax,” he had sneered down the line, the connection wavering along with his voice. “You’re taking things way too seriously. If you go on like this, you’ll end up just like dad.” Only that he would be the one to end up like their father, finding eternal rest beneath the soil within the same month, she had begun to fear while he hadn’t anticipated it in the slightest.

Last but not least, an almost cruelly ironic jest. A pair of hoop earrings, worn by her mother when she was nothing more than a toddler wrapped up in her arms, in such impeccable condition they looked unworn, as had all of the woman’s possessions. “You’ll be good, won’t you, baby?” She had crooned, exhaustion oozing from every widened pore of her poisoned body, a layer of cold sweat glistening on dull skin. “You’ll live a good life full of happiness. Don’t you ever let sadness pull on your heartstrings for too long.” Advice given to a girl so young she lacked the capacity to follow it immediately but she had remembered it, word for word, clung onto it in desperation and embraced it with a slight delay, just in time for it to become her saving grace.

The electronic ‘ping’ of her phone, urging to be taken out of her pocket, broke the eerie silence that had been threatening to swallow her whole, chasing away the tears she was forbidden from shedding, the faint hint of a smile taking ahold of her lips as she spied Castora’s name on the screen.

“Still coming?! Valentina says to tell you she’s freezing her ass off in an accusing tone.”

A soft sigh, a newly found warmth triggered by relief flooding her body within moments. Her fingers typed at the speed of light, features softening at long last. “Five minutes. I got held up.” For there was no chance in hell she would allow for this to be what had last been directed at her by either of the women who gave her a reason to willingly get up in the morning. Two of the three tokens were gently replaced where they belonged — the third was to adorn their heiress tonight, once more possing as the solution to a problem at hand.

“Never, mama.” A quiet whisper drowned out by the nightly breeze. “Not as long as I can fight it.”

Extras: I’ve made her a little mock blog right here c:

HEADCANONS

CLOSE TO THE HEART:

• There’s a certain silver necklace Ramona is not likely to be caught not wearing, an amethyst pendant the star of the show, one of the few heirlooms passed onto her by her late mother she managed to hold onto after the move to Verona. In fact, she wears it with such routine that she feels uneasy without it either being around her neck or at least in her bag.

• Her dog Persephone joined her minimalistic family set up about a year and a half ago, a malnourished stray running into her near Castelvecchio by sheer luck or twist of fate. Knowing all too well how helpless and hopeless the little furball, presumably a Maltese mixed with some breed or other, had to feel, Ramona didn’t have the heart to leave her behind. Her name is her new owner’s way to make final amends and peace with death, in this case the underworld, after her frequent encounters with it.

• Although she has long given up on Christianity, if anything considering herself Wiccan, she regularly visits her father’s and brother’s grave, never without a token of her affection in tow. Usually, she spends thoroughly silent moments there, her form of communication with the deceased mutely mental unless she is extraordinarily distressed — then the emotional rants may very well unfold.

INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR:

• Staying in shape has always been important to her, her first regular workout being daily yoga sessions which she originally gave a try in hopes of it helping her become the quiet, calm woman who will under no circumstances stand out from the crowd her father hoped for her to transform herself into. While it failed to magically change her personality, it has helped her calm herself down and leaves her feeling centred and grounded, hence she still pursues it whenever she can. Once she realised that yoga didn’t have all desired effects on her, however, Ramona attempted kickboxing, hoping to achieve her goal with a rather clashing approach, which she immediately found herself enjoying. She has dabbled in various martial arts disciplines since but always finds herself in boxing gloves again sooner or later.

• It didn’t take long for Ramona to figure out that she was pansexual — in fact, she never had a true moment of realisation in that regard but accepted every form of attraction she has ever felt as factual and pleasant, meant to be if you will. Due to her lack of care for the concept of sexuality in itself, she never defines herself in any way, accidentally leaving even her friends in the dark about it only because she doesn’t consider it worth mentioning.

• If asked, Ramona would describe her clothing style as ‘functional 21st century Stevie Nicks’. Flowy, bohemian fabrics as light as Verona’s summer breeze are her wardrobe stable and what she is most likely to be seen wearing on a daily basis but she cleans up well and happily so, never underdressed for any occasion. Her hair she likes to keep in braids for the majority of the time but isn’t one to shy away from bolder moves, bleaching strands to douse in semi-permanent colourful dye or weaving in little accessories that best convey her current mood from time to time. In terms of makeup, she aims for a dewy, fresh-faced and rejuvenating look, her skin well moisturised and glowy, an artificial flush of life reviving her even after long nights and her eyes being the most accentuated feature, her mascara use heavy and her eyeliner look never being precisely the same the following day, if she uses it that day in the first place.

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Sally. We were afraid it’d be a while before there were any takers for our teenage rebel, Jeremy Gilbert. But after reading your application, we were of the unanimous opinion that it was well worth the wait!  Your passion absolutely shines through this application, and we love how deeply you dive into a character’s story and head-space; a fact we are fortunate enough to know given your astounding portrayal of Malia Tate. But even if we hadn’t had that exposure we would’ve come to the same conclusion a few answers into your app. You bring a magnifying lens to the subtle points in Jeremy’s personality, leaving no stone unturned. Also, you ask all the right questions that arise from the snapshot of him that we gave in the bio, which tells us that you’re ready to explore his character in all the creative directions that we’d hope to see - and that we can’t wait to read on the dash!

Sally, thank you very much for applying. As for Jeremy…

               ⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

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⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Sally ⤜ Pronouns: She/Her ⤜ Age: 24 ⤜ Timezone: CST ⤜ Activity:  I’ve been pretty consistent with Malia so far, I’d say maybe a 7?!?! I have a lot of school work to do because it’s my last semester so I really shouldn’t be thinking about another character to be perfectly honest. But Jeremy’s bio s p e a k s to me and I think that I could keep up a good and balanced activity level with him along with Malia. I’ve wanted a second character for a while it’s just been a matter of finding the right fit and getting Malia to a place where I felt comfortable picking up a new character. Because as you guys know I’m obsessed with her and I didn’t want to take any mental time away from her. But now I think that I am ready, also again, I can’t ignore Jeremy’s bio and how much interest I’ve garnered in playing him. ⤜ Best form of contact: Through my Malia account works fabulously. I would make Jeremy a secondary account on my Malia account if that’s alright with you guys/if I get accepted. ⤜ Any Triggers? No triggers. ⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés?  Originally I found it through a recommendation by Kelly! ⤜ What drew you to the RP? Lolz, could gush forever. But you guys run such an amazing place. The intricacy of the the bios though, coupled with your leadership skills and all the fun exciting events we get to do. It’s just fantastic. I love it ⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? I can’t wait to see what happens with the harvest coming down the hatch. Also just generally all the changes and developments that each character will get a chance to grapple with.

⚜ Desired Character: Jeremy Gilbert

⤜ Why do you want this character? 

I want this character because I apparently love characters who are children with dead parents. JUST KIDDING. I thought it was funny that both characters that caught my attention had that in common. But no, I really want this character for a multitude of reasons. For one, I love the connections that Jeremy has. I love that he has his drug friends. I love that he has the Salvatore brothers breathing down his neck in the facet of, oh you’re Elena’s little brother so I must protect you, but oh also Jeremy knows that you two are vampires now who follow my big sister around and who I blame for killing Vicki Donovan (as if Jeremy needs a reason to dislike people). But that’s just a few the dynamics I love. I also love that he’s into drugs and substance abuse. I think that that is going to be a bit difficult to write, but I’m interested in the challenge that writing a drugged up or drunk character can present. I love the tiny details in this bio and just SING to me. For example, his blacklist? Like where does he keep this blacklist in his room and like how does he know when to add to it? Also what does he mean to do with it? LOVE IT. Also, I love that he draws, but shhh not anymore bc no, can’t give any of the people who want to ‘help’ him in his life something to hang there hat on. But lastly, I love the person that he is. I love this sad boy nature he has that is so stubbornly engrained in him. I feel like, if he doesn’t cling to this anger and sadness, then he’ll feel that he’s doing wrong by his parents passing. Especially since the beginning of his bio has this push and pull about how life moved so fast beyond their passing and how the people of Mystic Falls could so easily move past their memory. I think that driving force in him is SO powerful and one that he has yet to talk about with anyone because he is locked that part of himself away. There’s so many things I love you guys. This bio amaze balls. ALSO NOT TO MENTION THAT HE’S RECENTLY FOUND OUT ABOUT VAMPIRES. THAT’S HUGE. LOVE IT.   

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

As far as where I see Jeremy going within this rp, just because of the fact that he is so stubborn and angry at the world, I think that gives him a huge amount of potential for growth. I think Jeremy is going to have to find something in this NOLA world that means something to him. Obviously you’ve got the doppleganger, Elena, Klaus situation happening that he doesn’t know about yet. You’ve also got him interested in weapons. I think that the weapons aspect of it is going to become a real serious thing for him as he starts uncovering the veil of the super natural despite the fact that he doesn’t want to. Jeremy finding access to these weapons and also maybe finding mentors to help him use them, will give him a way to feel like he is doing his part in avenging deaths of innocent people. Vicki Donovan being one of them obviously, in regards specifically to vampires. I think that will be a way for Jeremy to channel his sadness and guilt over his parents passing into a more healthy and productive manner. He’ll be able to satiate his anger in a way. While I think its harder to pull from him just yet, Jeremy does /really/ care about Jenna and Elena. So I think that their being in danger at any point will present moments for him where he will have to release real emotion. I think the rp generally will push him to feel that sense of responsibility in very real ways, which will inevitably develop his connections and understanding of the world. You’ve also got his connection to Sabine and her drugs causing him hallucinations, along with his realization of the super natural world. Obviously learning about the super natural world is going to force him to grow in new ways and despite the fact that he is staunchly against learning about it or knowing about it, it’ll become a reality for him either which way.   

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character... Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time? 

I see a day in the life of Jeremy Gilbert as him sleeping in till about ten, maybe noon on a good day. I would imagine that Jenna would try to get him to go to school. It’s possible that she gets him out of bed but if that is the case then he blows right past her out of the house and gets into his car. On a general basis Jenna probably won’t see him until he shows back up in the house, in which case he’s likely to go back up to his room and lock the door so as to avoid fielding any kind of annoying conversations about his whereabouts and such. When he is out of the house, I think he’s looking into archaic weaponry. Jeremy likes to remain in this facade of not caring about anything or anyone. But I think he does have intellectual interests that are currently being geared towards how to protect him and the people he loves from super naturals as a human. But if he was pursuing that interest, it would be a particularly good day for him. Because other than that I think he’s trolling the Quarter for a good laugh or a good party. Of course, before he does any of that he’ll get himself a good little high off a perfectly rolled joint of which he took great pride in creating. If anyone questions him or looks at him funny, depending on his mood, he may be inclined to start a fight, especially if your name is Tyler Lockwood. On the more rare occasions that Jeremy does make it to school, he is likely under the influence there as well as it’s the only thing that would get him through that. Though Jeremy’s tolerance would be high enough at this point that he’s able to handle himself well enough. Of course, he wouldn’t use the hallucinogenic drugs that Sabine provides him with on these particular days. At school, unless provoked I think he just rides under the radar with a few unnamed stoner buddies he gets along with. If he does get provoked for any reason, Jeremy will be inclined to start a fight and not back down. He has a lot of aggression to get out and has no problem doing it to someone who decides to step in his way. Although, I don’t think Jeremy would hit a girl. I don’t think that Jeremy has ever experienced any consequences that have been too intense, or at least more intense than Vicki’s death or his parents. So I think because of that it’s become easy for him to rationalize such rash behavior. I think that because Jeremy is able to shirk so much responsibility, he’s also able to go out on any night he pleases, which he does please to do. Going out and partying allows him to will his entire world away with such ease. Often times I think he finds himself rolling (no pun intended) with Josh and Sabine. Though he’s just starting to question this motley crew due to the fact that Josh is less affected by substances and Sabine’s substances take him to a whole other level. But because I think in the back of his head he knows the answers will lead him to places he doesn’t want to go, he’s also subduing some of that curiosity in a way. Finally, somehow someway, most nights, he makes it back to his own bed when he passes out and repeats till the next day. The boy rarely goes to sleep without toking up first, and never wakes up without a good baking.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice. (If your character is from one of the tv shows, please come up with a headcanon that is not explicitly stated on the show, but is rather based on your own imagination.)

So this list! So I think Jeremy first made this list immediately after what happened with Vicki Donovan. I think he was not sobered, but obviously very 'sobered up’ by what he’d witnessed. The images were just flashing through his head, all the horrors that he learned about seeming to come to life before his literal eyes. And he knew it wasn’t Sabine’s drugs in this case too. But the second he was all alone, his mind would’ve just been racing with such anger and fear. I think he pulled out a piece of paper and pen and began to write out this list of people, Damon at the top, then Stefan, then Tyler. I think this list made him feel slightly better, like he had /some/ control over the shit that goes on in his life, or could have control over it. And I think this list works in conjunction with his new found affinity for weaponry. Again, him needing to find a teeny bit of control.

 I don’t think Jeremy has completely given up on drawing. I imagine that he doodles to his hearts content in class, hood up, arms covering up the work. It’s very personal to him and something he wants to keep a secret. Think it would be cool to have someone accidentally discover his doodle notebook one day. 

Jeremy loves coffee. He is coffee connoisseur and enjoys trying all the different drinks the town has to offer in regards to it. I think he runs on coffee and drugs every day, sometimes staying up into all hours of the night. If he gets really inspired he might’ve even go on a drawing spree, though you can be sure the drawings will be kept well hidden away from Elena and Jenna. 

⤜ What are some plots you'd like to explore with your characater?

Plots that I’d like to explore with this character–so many. His new found affinity for weapons and how that might connect with the Argents. Already Allison has noticed his interest in weapons, so building off of that will be super interesting.His connection with Bonnie and how that will allow him to grow and develop since she has a specific little hold on him that he can’t seem to shake in regards to being just a tad bit more open. I want to see where Matt and Jeremy go. I think that the two of them have the potential to develop in similar ways. Which could allow them to befriend one another in this mission I see him having of wanting to protect those who can’t protect themselves.I’d love for someone to find his doodle notebook. I’d love to see what happens when people try to discipline him, or tell him that he is immature and childish (which he obvi is).I’d love to see how his and Sabine’s friendship progresses and how that pushes him to break more into the super natural worldI think Jeremy also has an affinity for beautiful women, of which there are an abundance of in NOLA. I could see him developing a flirtation with any number of women, at least those who find his immaturity tolerable. 

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⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? Nope, I’d love to play Jeremy though. And If you guys need more from me, I would love love love to know about it so I can get on a page with you guys about how you see Jeremy. If I differ from your ideas or haven’t built enough on certain aspects of him, I’d love to do more work in that regard because I already LOVE THE INSIDE OF HIS HEAD.   

⤜ Have you read the rules?: I have read the rules!   

⤜ Anything else?  Oh man, so many other things I’d like to say that I haven’t already, but I think I’ll leave it there for now. Again, if there’s anything you’d like to discuss with me beyond what’s here I would love to talk about because eeeee I’d really really love to get a chance to bring him to life on the dash!

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Johan Accepted--you know what to do, Amy!

Name: Amy

Age: 24

Timezone: GMT

State an account where we can message you: this one is fine.

How active you’re going to be: 5/6. Same as Maddie and Kat.

How did you find out about this roleplay? In it.

Why do you want to play this character? So I’ve been wanting to bring a new character to the rp for months and after talking with Joann, I have my reaper. Credit where credit is due though as she was a big help. I’m looking forward to bringing the chance for characters in the rp to explore “the veil” if you like, sort of the moment before death and heading into the afterlife — or when they are only holding onto that tether of being alive, and the process a reaper would make to convince them to pass over… or not.

Anything else you would like to tell us? (Changes, suggestions…etc)

IC:

Sample para: RFP

Preferred Ships: chemistry I guess. But there’s more chance of him bonding with a brick wall.

Name: Johan Birthday: Unknown Species: Reaper Lookalike: Joel Kinnaman Availability: Taken

Personality

Just as his fellow reapers, Johan is more than capable of experiencing emotions as a human would do. Annoyance, sorrow, empathy, compassion, and anger. These are a mere number of feelings that he can showcase to other beings, if he chooses to. The only time in which he does, is when confronting his victims and in that case, Johan will display sympathy for the being it is compelled to escort into the afterlife. At any other point, he will come across as naturally uncaring and neutral. He does not care for deals or fate, he will even at times not show an ounce of care to a fellow reaper — but this is not just in his nature, it is in the core of a reaper. When manifesting physically for a human being, vampire, werewolf, to see, the reaper has become custom over the years to gauge conversation if there is a desirable need and this is purely down to the different humans he has possessed after his enslavement, enabling him to learn more than just emotion.

Past

Johan was what was expected of a reaper, for centuries upon centuries he had served only one being; and that was Death. Only appearing to mere mortals when the time was right – when death itself was about to occur, whether this be through accident or the natural end point to a human beings life, escorting them to either heaven or hell… wherever their soul belonged. He did, as all like minded reapers, loyally serve Death and the insistent need to make sure they maintained the balance of the natural order. That was all that mattered, especially if one single person died before their time was up, the balance would unsettle causing a ripple effect throughout time and thus effecting hundreds of lives in the process. This was and still is, why the balance is important and drummed into the very core of reapers, if one little thing upsets the natural order, it is possible that in turn the fate of hundreds of people could change, which would then lead to further fates changing, right up until serious unfortunate events occur, which therefore, meant the reapers themselves would have to press a reset button and this was something that was avoided at all costs. Hence the reason why up holding the natural order has become the utter most important fuel drive.

Being a servant to the horseman Death, Johan as with his fellow reapers, posses a number of powerful abilities because of this very fact, however, despite having the touch of life and death at his finger tips, his dedication to the natural order prevented him from ever using these advantages. He never had the need, never had the want and never would it cross his mind. This was until he one day found himself enslaved by Sue Ann Le Grange, according to her talks, she had simply stumbled upon a trap that entailed capturing a reaper into enslavement and due to her being consumed by the dark magic that ran through her veins, as well as the fuel of her dying husband, he found himself under her compulsion as she used his own power to enable her husband, Roy Le Grange, life. As events unfolded, Johan was rendered incapable of freeing himself, this was until Sam Winchester had brought his older brother to Mrs Grange for help and as time went on, the enslaved reaper soon managed to escape the very second the young Winchester destroyed the bindings he was trapped to. However, before leaving he killed the woman who had captured him.

It was from this moment on that Johan become vulnerable to persuasion, with thoughts spinning around his mind of how Death never helped him. Of how he just left him there, allowing the woman to use a creature he had created, for her own selfish gain, which caused the feeling of anger to ripple through him. It was in this moment that he had been approached by Crowley, managing to manipulate Johan into ferrying the souls out of their afterlives and transferring them to another. Despite the reaper seemingly turning rogue, this course of action he was to go down, would not upset the natural standings, so as it was appeasing, he agreed to Crowley’s terms. Enhancing the King of Hell’s soul count, for one purpose only and this was profit. This was merely one downward spiral the reaper found himself in, once it was known within Heaven and Hell that Death himself was enabling the Winchester’s to come back from the dead, time and time again, he was pushed further. The anger that he, as well as many of reapers, were capable of feeling, continued to soar.

Despite being a fully functioning known rogue reaper, Johan will not upset the natural order. He has on rare occasions granted life to a soul that passed away, in exchange for another life, to keep hold of the balance. However, this is not something he will willingly offer, he has come to be a reaper needing a worthwhile exchange for him to even contemplate the idea of resurrecting another. Hence it being a rare occasion. It hasn’t been until recent years that Johan has found himself walking on earth in a body that is not his own, using his ability to possess the very beings he gives passage into the afterlife, as a way to further knowledge he might not gain access to in the many dimensions he can swiftly enter.

Present

If there was one place that Johan, himself, held a deep despise for, it was Mystic Falls. Cue his arrival to a town that held nothing but upset to the natural order. Naturally, with his ability to gain access to Hell, he was more than aware of the battle that went down between Lucifer, Abaddon, and the Winchester brothers. With the Knight of Hell meeting her fate of death at the hands of those very brothers and the entrapment of the literal devil, Johan deemed it as fitting to finally make way to the town he had only heard whispers about for years. Not only that, he found a feeling of curiosity arise upon over hearing how a certain demon that was for – some unbeknown reason to him, residing in Mystic Falls, had a plan in the motion to overthrow the current King of Hell.

With the human body he had acquired many years ago in Chicago, when a number of reapers flocked to the city upon Death’s instruction to receive orders, he found a liking to the male named Stephen McKenzie and it stuck. Upon his arrival to Mystic Falls, despite the obvious hints for the Angel’s that lived in the town that a reaper had arrived and the horrendous gale force winds, Johan chose for the first couple of weeks to gain a familiarity of the town. This was purely so he knew what he was up against, in terms of the different species that walked through Mystic Falls with a threatening sense of boldness, as well as the surfacing need of natural order that was drummed into his core.  

Connections

Dean and Sam Winchester/Dominic Lawrence.

The reaper is more than aware of how many times all three of these men have escaped death, the fact that one of them is a vampire now is merely a minor detail, but he wishes to wait until the next time one falls inches from death and he will restore order.

Harley Dawson.

As soon as he entered Mystic Falls he felt the presence of the banshee, he doesn’t know quite what she looks like, for he merely sensed the power that the specie holds. However, Johan is more than intrigued by the young woman and her ability to sense death, as well as her affiliation with the fallen Knight of Hell.

Matt Donovan.

Johan, himself, has become inches away from guiding this human to the afterlife, however, each and every time Matt has met death, he has escaped due to the Gilbert ring he wears. The reaper sees this just how it is: cheating, and cannot help but feel a sense of annoyance towards him for this very fact.