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I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ, ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ and ᴀ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ.
- Joined
- Sep 1, 2019
- Location
- The Funeral Parlor
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It's a pleasure to meet you, whoever you may be
When it comes to my role plays I stick to two main genres, fantasy and modern. They aren’t as mutually different as people believe either but I find either I’m writing a role-play involving demons, magic, and other fun treats or my role plays become a much more realistic, bdsm, taboo centered writing. When I talk about fantasy I do mean the typical ‘highland’ fantasy involving a medieval period, or just an entire world built up around the idea that humans aren’t the only species. My fantasy role plays are very heavy in the supernatural and the mythical. Everything from gods and demigods to demons, angels, vampires, wolves. As you expect this leaves me quite open to a range of role plays. Where as with modern role plays I tend to enjoy scenarios involving every-day people or pairings that just lean towards the explicit and the forbidden.
Bondage, bdsm, mind-control, adultery, polygamy. I have oodles of muse for this genre whether it’s the consensual or the rape variety, incest or just strict master/slavery play. I’ve always been an dominant male. Extremely dominant, to a fault one might say, and it’s thanks to this that I’ve develop clear lines when it comes to what I want and don’t want from a partner. It also is the reason my pairings will typically have a clear distinction between the roles of the submissive and the dominant. As noted I enjoy writing length posts, 2+ paragraphs and I will gladly write more if my partner just wants to read it. However I do want my partner to give something back as well and while also giving quantity, I expect there to be little to no drop in the quality of their work. I’ve seen people put more quality into just a paragraph than some do into a page of response. Personally I find it necessary to mix the two to give my partner the absolute best response possible.
I’ve seen most people have a preference for ‘face claims’ and more realistic photos when it comes to their characters. As noted in my own profile I tend to deviate more toward the anime side of things but as of late I find myself using, and looking for face claims more often. I appreciate the ability to create your own characters image through words and description but there’s something about a photo that just speaks to me for ages. A good photo can go so far as to make or break a role play for me. Speaking of characters I just so happen to be a narcissist when it comes to my characters, I build them from head to toe. I give my characters backgrounds and personalities that I feel represent them to their fullest capacity. I don’t build them for the role play, I create the role play to represent them and their chemistry with others. As for my characters, as I mentioned previously I can implore any number of characters into a role play to suit its need.
I don’t mind playing multiple guys, or background characters. I actually find it more interesting when the role play isn’t just the detailed dialogue of two people but dozens. It builds up the world around them. Realistically if you’re playing a married woman, or a married man, there’s no simple way of skipping over the spouse’s dialogue. It’s there and it should be used to build up the relationship, or make the adultery feel more explicit or forbidden. I’m not exclusive to these two genres, or their sub-genres, and unlike most partners I’m more than willing to explore different ideas and come out of my comfort zone.
A Few Thoughts That Require A Voicing:
I roleplay with basically everyone and yes including cannon characters but with that said I can be a bit selective at times. I'm more so Semi-Selective if anything.
I answer my roleplay posts/asks in the order I receive the notification to avoid being accused of favoritism. However feel free to send me questions, I’ll do my very best to reply right away. Real life comes before role play, so remember I will get to everything when I can.
I don't have a kink list because I have three I won't do: Toilet Play, Vore and Robots.
Plots:
With that being said, I don't have a strong craving for anything. I'm always hungry for roleplay, but in my case, I never know what I'm looking for. That is, until I know I've found it.
It's true location and origins unknown to the world at large, and it's very existence unknown to the world of the common man, Igneus Academy stands as a bastion of education, learning and cultural exchange amongst the beings that are more than, or sometimes less than human. An academy that accepts all that know of its existence with open arms.
An invitation to such a place has come into your grasp just as you turned the age to go. Whether handed to you by your family, a gift from someone dear, a reward for your hard work, or simply an invitation that was suddenly just 'there' in your hands. For whatever reason you might have, whether it be a desire for education, a family obligation or mere curiosity, this invitation was one you accepted. As the first days of winter settled in, the school term was scheduled to start. A thin, glossy black limousine appeared in front of you as you thought of leaving, a small, portly man opening the door to the car for you. The moment you entered, the door shut close, the white leather of the limousine shifted onto a dull fabric seat, the luxurious interior warping into a rather run-of-the-mill school bus, complete with a horde of fellow students. The world outside the smeared bus windows warps to, whatever you saw before shifting into an endless sea of blackened, barren trees that vanish into the distance, a heavy mist rolling along the floor and atop the gnarled tree roots. Steadily, the bus lumbers along a cobbled pathway, the rattle of the vehicle and constant bumps and lurches making for a less than comfortable ride.
Eventually, you see it, a towering castle of gothic stonework surrounded by far more modern buildings, the dead grass on the outside of the campus shifting to a vivid, well-kept green within the boundaries of the chain link fence that encompasses the academy. With another sudden lurch and the screech of destitute breaks, the bus rattles to a stop outside of a heavy, cast iron gate, the stone brick wall that holds it in place quickly changing to more modern fencing no more than a few meters away.
As you stream off the bus, as much luggage as you can carry in tow, the cast iron gate creaks open of its own accord, the cobbled path ahead leading off towards the castle. As the final students step from the bus, it's white chassis vanishes from sight, without so much as the hum of an engine. You're left without guidance amongst your fellow students, only one path ahead, lit lazily by the moonlight.
Welcome to Igneus Academy.
An invitation to such a place has come into your grasp just as you turned the age to go. Whether handed to you by your family, a gift from someone dear, a reward for your hard work, or simply an invitation that was suddenly just 'there' in your hands. For whatever reason you might have, whether it be a desire for education, a family obligation or mere curiosity, this invitation was one you accepted. As the first days of winter settled in, the school term was scheduled to start. A thin, glossy black limousine appeared in front of you as you thought of leaving, a small, portly man opening the door to the car for you. The moment you entered, the door shut close, the white leather of the limousine shifted onto a dull fabric seat, the luxurious interior warping into a rather run-of-the-mill school bus, complete with a horde of fellow students. The world outside the smeared bus windows warps to, whatever you saw before shifting into an endless sea of blackened, barren trees that vanish into the distance, a heavy mist rolling along the floor and atop the gnarled tree roots. Steadily, the bus lumbers along a cobbled pathway, the rattle of the vehicle and constant bumps and lurches making for a less than comfortable ride.
Eventually, you see it, a towering castle of gothic stonework surrounded by far more modern buildings, the dead grass on the outside of the campus shifting to a vivid, well-kept green within the boundaries of the chain link fence that encompasses the academy. With another sudden lurch and the screech of destitute breaks, the bus rattles to a stop outside of a heavy, cast iron gate, the stone brick wall that holds it in place quickly changing to more modern fencing no more than a few meters away.
As you stream off the bus, as much luggage as you can carry in tow, the cast iron gate creaks open of its own accord, the cobbled path ahead leading off towards the castle. As the final students step from the bus, it's white chassis vanishes from sight, without so much as the hum of an engine. You're left without guidance amongst your fellow students, only one path ahead, lit lazily by the moonlight.
Welcome to Igneus Academy.
"March 15th, 2021, the day the Rift opened and everything changed.
It had seemed like a normal day at first, but then the sky split with a horrible, gut-wrenching shattering sound. Then came the tremors, like the Earth itself was crying out at what was happening to it. Buildings began to topple and people screamed, it seemed like it would never end, and then it did. It all ended as if it had never happened, as if it was all a dream and the world was right. But it wasn't. They were here now. People and creatures that shouldn't exist but did. If there was any consolation, it was that they seemed just as shocked and confused as we were.
In the following days we realized that we couldn't leave, not with the fog surrounding the city. Some tried anyways but they always ended up coming back, swearing that they'd never turned around. Eventually we stopped trying. That's when the real fear set in and the protests and riots began in earnest. There were those who blamed the people who had come through, some who feared the newcomers and what they could do, others who wanted to go home, and still others who didn't know what to think and simply lashed out in their panic.
Eventually, people began to realize that we were all in this together, like it or not, and we began to learn about each other. It was a long process putting aside the fear but we did it, or at least most of us did. In return we learned from each other. They taught us magic, a power we'd only ever seen in fiction and our imaginations. We taught them about the strange world they now found themselves in. Through this, we began to learn how to live together and we began to rebuild.
It's been 25 years since the Rift opened and everything changed. It's been rough, and we haven't figured everything out yet, but we've come a long way and I think we'll go further yet."
September 23rd, 2046: The State of Things
Like any other day at that time of year, it was overcast and chilly, with a light drizzle of rain. The clouds in the sky blended into the ever-present wall of fog surrounding the city, making it seem like a box covering the city. It had been 25 years since the Rift opened and everything had changed, but things had finally normalized to an extent. A good deal of the credit for this fact could be ascribed to R.I.C.T.'s formation. After the Opening, the leadership of the city had fallen apart in the chaos that was the Rift Riots and the city had lapsed into lawlessness. At the time things seemed almost hopeless, people were scared and no one seemed to know what to do. It didn't matter which side of the Rift you were from, everyone had their worldview completely shattered, and it showed.
Nowadays things were calmer for the most part. They say that time heals all wounds and, for the most part, that's true for Edgewater. People have adapted, with natives learning to accept the newcomers and the newcomers adjusting to a new way of life. However, there are still some who can't move on and accept that the world has changed. These people see the newcomers from beyond the Rift as the cause of this change, and thus as a blight on the city. They call themselves the Reclaimers, seeking to take back what they see as their city by whatever means necessary, most often though violent ones. Recently though, they've been quiet, which many would say is a blessing. “Hopefully they're right, but I doubt it.
I'm worried that they're planning something.”
It had seemed like a normal day at first, but then the sky split with a horrible, gut-wrenching shattering sound. Then came the tremors, like the Earth itself was crying out at what was happening to it. Buildings began to topple and people screamed, it seemed like it would never end, and then it did. It all ended as if it had never happened, as if it was all a dream and the world was right. But it wasn't. They were here now. People and creatures that shouldn't exist but did. If there was any consolation, it was that they seemed just as shocked and confused as we were.
In the following days we realized that we couldn't leave, not with the fog surrounding the city. Some tried anyways but they always ended up coming back, swearing that they'd never turned around. Eventually we stopped trying. That's when the real fear set in and the protests and riots began in earnest. There were those who blamed the people who had come through, some who feared the newcomers and what they could do, others who wanted to go home, and still others who didn't know what to think and simply lashed out in their panic.
Eventually, people began to realize that we were all in this together, like it or not, and we began to learn about each other. It was a long process putting aside the fear but we did it, or at least most of us did. In return we learned from each other. They taught us magic, a power we'd only ever seen in fiction and our imaginations. We taught them about the strange world they now found themselves in. Through this, we began to learn how to live together and we began to rebuild.
It's been 25 years since the Rift opened and everything changed. It's been rough, and we haven't figured everything out yet, but we've come a long way and I think we'll go further yet."
September 23rd, 2046: The State of Things
Like any other day at that time of year, it was overcast and chilly, with a light drizzle of rain. The clouds in the sky blended into the ever-present wall of fog surrounding the city, making it seem like a box covering the city. It had been 25 years since the Rift opened and everything had changed, but things had finally normalized to an extent. A good deal of the credit for this fact could be ascribed to R.I.C.T.'s formation. After the Opening, the leadership of the city had fallen apart in the chaos that was the Rift Riots and the city had lapsed into lawlessness. At the time things seemed almost hopeless, people were scared and no one seemed to know what to do. It didn't matter which side of the Rift you were from, everyone had their worldview completely shattered, and it showed.
Nowadays things were calmer for the most part. They say that time heals all wounds and, for the most part, that's true for Edgewater. People have adapted, with natives learning to accept the newcomers and the newcomers adjusting to a new way of life. However, there are still some who can't move on and accept that the world has changed. These people see the newcomers from beyond the Rift as the cause of this change, and thus as a blight on the city. They call themselves the Reclaimers, seeking to take back what they see as their city by whatever means necessary, most often though violent ones. Recently though, they've been quiet, which many would say is a blessing. “Hopefully they're right, but I doubt it.
I'm worried that they're planning something.”
Cauldron is an urban jungle much like what we’re used to seeing in our own reality. There’s public transportation—metro, buses, taxis, etc.—and there are cellular services. WiFi can be found in nearly every establishment and food can be ordered on screens before the meal is served by a waiter/waitress. Everyone appears to be human but not all of us are. The rest of the world is unaware of the existence of Witches. Well…Witches are what those who abuse their powers are called. Espers are the ones who apprehend or execute the bad witches.
Apparently, anyone can become a Witch but not everyone can become an Esper. In order to be an Esper, you need to either be scouted by a secret organization known as Séance or introduced to them directly by someone on the inside. If not for Séance, the Witches would be getting away with serious crimes. Unfortunately, not all Witches have been caught because they are clever at hiding their existence and motives. Witches can be as young as children, or as old as your grandparents. They do not have a distinct appearance. Therefore, they are difficult to identify since they look like you and I.
Cauldron is unique because of these Witches hiding in The Underworld, but it is also unique for other reasons. The architecture is modern Gothic. The buildings tower and connect almost like Tetris blocks. Everything seems to dwarf the people that go about their day-to-day. Cauldron has a mixture of cultures more diverse than any other country in the world. One can find any kind of food in this big melting pot.
The nightlife is just like any nightlife found in any big city except there are some exclusive clubs that not many people can get into. Not many people realize it is due to their humanity. Some clubs and bars are specifically “Witch Only,” and therefore, Mundies aren’t permitted. Not anyone can get in those clubs for they have to know someone who can vouch for them. Any Mundy caught sneaking into these Witch clubs are never seen again.
Overall, Cauldron is what you make of it. Some people find the Gothic architecture to be too dark for them, while others thrive in it. The crime rate is medium among Mundies, but high among Witches. Mundies don’t always realize when they are being lied to, cheated, and exploited until it is too late. There needs to be more good witches in the world, but wouldn’t that mean humanity would cease to exist?
Apparently, anyone can become a Witch but not everyone can become an Esper. In order to be an Esper, you need to either be scouted by a secret organization known as Séance or introduced to them directly by someone on the inside. If not for Séance, the Witches would be getting away with serious crimes. Unfortunately, not all Witches have been caught because they are clever at hiding their existence and motives. Witches can be as young as children, or as old as your grandparents. They do not have a distinct appearance. Therefore, they are difficult to identify since they look like you and I.
Cauldron is unique because of these Witches hiding in The Underworld, but it is also unique for other reasons. The architecture is modern Gothic. The buildings tower and connect almost like Tetris blocks. Everything seems to dwarf the people that go about their day-to-day. Cauldron has a mixture of cultures more diverse than any other country in the world. One can find any kind of food in this big melting pot.
The nightlife is just like any nightlife found in any big city except there are some exclusive clubs that not many people can get into. Not many people realize it is due to their humanity. Some clubs and bars are specifically “Witch Only,” and therefore, Mundies aren’t permitted. Not anyone can get in those clubs for they have to know someone who can vouch for them. Any Mundy caught sneaking into these Witch clubs are never seen again.
Overall, Cauldron is what you make of it. Some people find the Gothic architecture to be too dark for them, while others thrive in it. The crime rate is medium among Mundies, but high among Witches. Mundies don’t always realize when they are being lied to, cheated, and exploited until it is too late. There needs to be more good witches in the world, but wouldn’t that mean humanity would cease to exist?
This next one here, trust me when I say this, it's too much for you. Unless, you're particular kind of thrill seeker, then by all means.
The cult of Ashemdai is small, but growing, despite being outlawed in all civilized lands. Its members worship the Demon-Prince Asmodeus, Sin of Lust. Worship is bloody and involves ritual rape and murder of non-cultists. But the greatest desire of all true cultists is to be taken by Asmodeus, to be tortured and killed in the midst of sex, for Asmodeus to consume both body and soul. This desire is granted to some always to the High Priestess, usually to acolytes, sometimes to other cultists who draw Asmodeus' attention in some way.
Despite being called a demon prince, Asmodeus is a shapeshifter, able to be male or female or anything in between. He can also assume nearly any other form, including those that do not exist in nature. The one exception is that he can not appear as an angel.
Asmodeus’ rules are three:
It is forbidden to maim or kill fellow cultists; that pleasure is reserved to Asmodeus alone. However, kidnapping, raping, and torturing non-cultists is encouraged.
It is forbidden to take a cultist's virginity. This is done ritually at the Feast of Revelation each year; see below.
Asmodeus' high priestess and acolytes may make use of all non virgin cultists sexually in any fashion they desire that does not result in maiming or death. Pain and blood are explicitly permitted.
The High Priestess, always referenced in the feminine even if she was born male--has been favored by Asmodeus with dual genitalia. She is transformed to possess both a woman's breasts and vulva and a man's cock. She is also given a greatly enhanced sex drive and stamina, able and willing to engage in sex for days without rest, taking sustenance from the sex itself. After, she must rest and eat for a period of days.
Asmodeus’ acolytes number twelve, six male and six female. The males are encouraged to impregnate as many other cultists as possible, to increase the number of Asmodeus’ worshippers. The females are barren to human seed, capable of being impregnated by Asmodeus alone. Though they never survive childbirth, bearing Asmodeus’ spawn is the greatest honor that can be bestowed upon them.
Each acolyte has a trainee of the same sex. Trainees are all of age at least 18 but kept virginal. Should the acolyte perish or step down; see below the trainee will be inducted as a new acolyte, virginity ritually taken by Asmodeus himself. An acolyte who perishes but does not have a trainee will not be replaced until the next Feast of Revelation.
The Feast of Revelation is an annual celebration of debauchery, occurring each year on the anniversary of Asmodeus' appearance to the first acolytes and selection of the first High Priestess. Every cultist who possibly can attend; all who have turned 18 within the last year are required to be there for their ritual defloweration. This occurs not on their 18th birthday, but on the first Feast of Revelation following their 18th birthday. On their 18th birthday, their mothers tell them what to expect at the Feast.
On the first day, the current High Priestess offers herself to Asmodeus. Asmodeus will appear and take her, engaging in torturous sex with her, finally consuming her body and soul. This is done in full view of the other cultists.
On the second day, Asmodeus will choose a new High Priestess from among the surviving acolytes, transforming her into the proper form. For the rest of the day, Asmodeus teaches her to use her new body. This is also in full view of the other cultists, who must know their new High Priestess.
On the third day, any acolytes who have served for a full year since the last Feast of Revelation may choose to step down. Few do so, but the trainees of any who do will be inducted as acolytes. Any trainees who have served for a full year may choose to step down; this is more common. New acolytes if there is not a full complement of 12 will be chosen from among those newly of age. After they are inducted, all acolytes who do not currently have a trainee, most, will choose one from among those of age. They will be kept virginal until such time as they are inducted as acolytes or step down in a year's time.
On the fourth day, the High Priestess and the acolytes ritually take the virginity of those newly of age who have not been chosen as trainees (and also any former trainees who have stepped down; this is the way it is more common for them to do so). (Any who were sickened by the sights of the previous days are permitted to depart without being deflowered, with compulsions not to speak of the cult. They are often later kidnapped for rape and torture, but they don't know that when they leave.)
On the fifth day the Feast is held. Asmodeus and the new High Priestess will ritually rape and torture a captive non-cultist, sometimes two (one male and one female). Virginal captives are preferred, but this is not required. The rape and torture will last from sunrise until sunset; at sunset the captive(s) are finally slain. The heart(s) are eaten by the High Priestess and the acolytes in full view of the other cultists.
Asmodeus will appear to the High Priestess and acolytes at whim throughout the year, but seldom to other cultists. Such appearances always include sex and may (in the case of the acolytes) end in consumption of body and soul. In such cases, the acolyte's trainee (if one is available) will be inducted as a new acolyte. Asmodeus may also choose to impregnate female acolytes, in which case the trainee will be inducted as a new acolyte after the birth.
Despite being called a demon prince, Asmodeus is a shapeshifter, able to be male or female or anything in between. He can also assume nearly any other form, including those that do not exist in nature. The one exception is that he can not appear as an angel.
Asmodeus’ rules are three:
It is forbidden to maim or kill fellow cultists; that pleasure is reserved to Asmodeus alone. However, kidnapping, raping, and torturing non-cultists is encouraged.
It is forbidden to take a cultist's virginity. This is done ritually at the Feast of Revelation each year; see below.
Asmodeus' high priestess and acolytes may make use of all non virgin cultists sexually in any fashion they desire that does not result in maiming or death. Pain and blood are explicitly permitted.
The High Priestess, always referenced in the feminine even if she was born male--has been favored by Asmodeus with dual genitalia. She is transformed to possess both a woman's breasts and vulva and a man's cock. She is also given a greatly enhanced sex drive and stamina, able and willing to engage in sex for days without rest, taking sustenance from the sex itself. After, she must rest and eat for a period of days.
Asmodeus’ acolytes number twelve, six male and six female. The males are encouraged to impregnate as many other cultists as possible, to increase the number of Asmodeus’ worshippers. The females are barren to human seed, capable of being impregnated by Asmodeus alone. Though they never survive childbirth, bearing Asmodeus’ spawn is the greatest honor that can be bestowed upon them.
Each acolyte has a trainee of the same sex. Trainees are all of age at least 18 but kept virginal. Should the acolyte perish or step down; see below the trainee will be inducted as a new acolyte, virginity ritually taken by Asmodeus himself. An acolyte who perishes but does not have a trainee will not be replaced until the next Feast of Revelation.
The Feast of Revelation is an annual celebration of debauchery, occurring each year on the anniversary of Asmodeus' appearance to the first acolytes and selection of the first High Priestess. Every cultist who possibly can attend; all who have turned 18 within the last year are required to be there for their ritual defloweration. This occurs not on their 18th birthday, but on the first Feast of Revelation following their 18th birthday. On their 18th birthday, their mothers tell them what to expect at the Feast.
On the first day, the current High Priestess offers herself to Asmodeus. Asmodeus will appear and take her, engaging in torturous sex with her, finally consuming her body and soul. This is done in full view of the other cultists.
On the second day, Asmodeus will choose a new High Priestess from among the surviving acolytes, transforming her into the proper form. For the rest of the day, Asmodeus teaches her to use her new body. This is also in full view of the other cultists, who must know their new High Priestess.
On the third day, any acolytes who have served for a full year since the last Feast of Revelation may choose to step down. Few do so, but the trainees of any who do will be inducted as acolytes. Any trainees who have served for a full year may choose to step down; this is more common. New acolytes if there is not a full complement of 12 will be chosen from among those newly of age. After they are inducted, all acolytes who do not currently have a trainee, most, will choose one from among those of age. They will be kept virginal until such time as they are inducted as acolytes or step down in a year's time.
On the fourth day, the High Priestess and the acolytes ritually take the virginity of those newly of age who have not been chosen as trainees (and also any former trainees who have stepped down; this is the way it is more common for them to do so). (Any who were sickened by the sights of the previous days are permitted to depart without being deflowered, with compulsions not to speak of the cult. They are often later kidnapped for rape and torture, but they don't know that when they leave.)
On the fifth day the Feast is held. Asmodeus and the new High Priestess will ritually rape and torture a captive non-cultist, sometimes two (one male and one female). Virginal captives are preferred, but this is not required. The rape and torture will last from sunrise until sunset; at sunset the captive(s) are finally slain. The heart(s) are eaten by the High Priestess and the acolytes in full view of the other cultists.
Asmodeus will appear to the High Priestess and acolytes at whim throughout the year, but seldom to other cultists. Such appearances always include sex and may (in the case of the acolytes) end in consumption of body and soul. In such cases, the acolyte's trainee (if one is available) will be inducted as a new acolyte. Asmodeus may also choose to impregnate female acolytes, in which case the trainee will be inducted as a new acolyte after the birth.
At first, the Society of Eros was just an inside joke by a group of BDSM-enthusiasts during a night of drinking. Today, it's an exclusive club for the wealthy, influential, and powerful. When signing a membership, your whole life will turn into the Society. You may have your work, your family and your friends on the side, but your first choice should always be the Society. The Society is a sort of Gentlemen's club for alpha males. The Society has their share of submissive ‘members’. Their purpose is, as you expect, to please the club members. Some are even being trained into becoming more obedient and more desirable. Most of the subs have submitted by their own free will, but some of the subs are being forced. Through, as of recent years, the Society has been brazenly dabbling in many illegal activities. Some of which include bribery, money laundering, and tax evasion, but aren’t limited to murder and kidnapping.
"Good evening and welcome to the Inn of Dark Desires. My name? Not really important. What is important is that you relax and enjoy yourself. We have a variety of entertainment for you here from drinks and snacks to a games room and some more cough intimate suites that people can use to entertain themselves. The cost? That's where things become easy. If you want drinks or snacks, all the prices are on the blackboard. If you want any of our more cough esoteric entertainments, then the cost varies, Basically, it will always be something you can afford. Though sometimes it will not be something you want to pay. You are interested? Good. Just sign here. Why in blood? Why because all such contracts should be signed in blood."
The Inn of Dark Desires is renowned throughout history. Have you ever looked down an alley and seen a cheerful doorway that wasn't there before? Have you ever wondered why you could not find that old building where you had that amazing meal? Have you ever wondered where the local gang disappeared to? Chances are that all the above were related to the Inn. It is possible to enter the Inn and leave intact - just have a drink or a snack, pay and be polite and you will walk away with no idea that you were even in the Inn. However, order one of the Inn's specialty items, be rude to the staff or just generally deserve a lesson and you will never leave - at least not in the same way as you entered. The Inn is renowned for punishing people by giving them what they desire. But that is just a myth. Isn't it?
The Inn of Dark Desires is renowned throughout history. Have you ever looked down an alley and seen a cheerful doorway that wasn't there before? Have you ever wondered why you could not find that old building where you had that amazing meal? Have you ever wondered where the local gang disappeared to? Chances are that all the above were related to the Inn. It is possible to enter the Inn and leave intact - just have a drink or a snack, pay and be polite and you will walk away with no idea that you were even in the Inn. However, order one of the Inn's specialty items, be rude to the staff or just generally deserve a lesson and you will never leave - at least not in the same way as you entered. The Inn is renowned for punishing people by giving them what they desire. But that is just a myth. Isn't it?
Writing Example(s)
May change
Sometimes these will be written on the spot just for the purpose of granting you insight to my writing style(s).
Other times these will be taken from a past roleplay .
Running his tongue along the edge of his cigarillo, Snow finished rolling up in the passenger seat of his friends’ car just as the light they were sitting at turned green. The young man took flame to the end of his blunt as they drove off. The sky was a mixture of yellow and black, signifying the transition between day and night as the cool outside air traveled through the barely-cracked windows. Snow exhaled a trail of smoke as the car dipped off onto the highway, traveling back toward the city as fast as they possibly could.
Not a word was exchanged between the two. Snow took another hit off the blunt before he passed it to the driver, eventually turning down to his burner phone to answer a few text messages. Some were from people whom Snow had agreed to meet up with later in the night. Others had been from those whom Snow had contacted to collect money. Typically speaking, those who didn’t pay him would eventually have to deal with Zane. Some of Snow’s’ clients were aware of the man based on run-ins and knew better. However, despite Snow’s warnings some of his customers still chose the hard way.
It was close to thirty minutes before the two had finally made it back. Snow had instructed his friend to drop him off around the corner from the warehouse. He pulled over to the curb, out of traffic. Once the car was put into park Snow reached into his bag, grabbing a handful of cash held together with a rubber band. He handed it to his friend, thanking him for the ride in the process. The man inquired about what Snow would do with the large sum of money he made off of the deal. Snow replied that he would probably end up getting the shading finished on his newest tattoo. Aside from that, most of the cash made belonged to the gang.
The dealer extended his fist toward his driver, bumping the man’s knuckles with his own before he opened the passenger door and got out of the car. This was typical of Snow; he had three drivers on dial, ready to take him anywhere he needed to go in exchange for a little bit of cash. Snow didn’t own his own car. He never wanted to have a car registered in his name, much like anything else. In actuality, Snow’s most loyal customers made for the best drivers. They were always down to do anything for a bit of cash, which was a way of living that Snow very much aligned with. In this case, Snow had to meet up with a dealer who operated out-of-town. He liked the quality of Snow’s cocaine and paid handsomely for a fair amount.
Snow shut the passenger door and his friend drove away. He slung the other strap of his backpack around his shoulder so that it properly sat on his back before he turned and began walking down the block. As he made his way to the nearest convenience store, Snow lifted the hoodie of his sweater over his head. It was only a minute or two later that he would make it to the store, but it was cold enough out that having the hood over his head protected his ears from the colder weather.
A bell rang as his hands pressed the door open to the convenience shop. Snow lifted his index finger up, greeting the cashier as he made his way over to the refrigerators in the back. Snow grabbed a liter of lemon-lime soda and brought it up to the counter. After losing three dollars worth of weight Snow made his way out of the convenience store and headed toward the warehouse. As per usual, Snow wasn’t the first one to make it to the party.
The dealer slid one of the straps of his bag off of his shoulder as he made his way past the three other members. Not typically one for lengthy conversation, Snow walked toward the far end of the table without a word. He first placed his liter of soda on the table before he unzipped the top of his bag and flipped it over partially, dumping multiple stacks of cash. Segregated into bundles by way of rubber bands, the small mountain of money cascaded over itself before finally coming to rest. Snow only removed the percentage which the gang was owed, not a cent more. The rest was for his own pockets.
Reaching back into the bag once more, Snow removed a small bottle of promethazine from its contents along with a styrofoam cup. It was a miracle that the cup had made it in one piece after sitting in his bag all day and having a bunch of shit piled on top of it, but it seemed usable. Snow took the cap off of the soda and dumped a bunch into the cup. He then removed the cap from the bottle of promethazine and poured out a decent amount of the purple syrup into the cup as well.
Snow took a sip of his lean. Then he took his shit off of the table and sat down.
Not a word was exchanged between the two. Snow took another hit off the blunt before he passed it to the driver, eventually turning down to his burner phone to answer a few text messages. Some were from people whom Snow had agreed to meet up with later in the night. Others had been from those whom Snow had contacted to collect money. Typically speaking, those who didn’t pay him would eventually have to deal with Zane. Some of Snow’s’ clients were aware of the man based on run-ins and knew better. However, despite Snow’s warnings some of his customers still chose the hard way.
It was close to thirty minutes before the two had finally made it back. Snow had instructed his friend to drop him off around the corner from the warehouse. He pulled over to the curb, out of traffic. Once the car was put into park Snow reached into his bag, grabbing a handful of cash held together with a rubber band. He handed it to his friend, thanking him for the ride in the process. The man inquired about what Snow would do with the large sum of money he made off of the deal. Snow replied that he would probably end up getting the shading finished on his newest tattoo. Aside from that, most of the cash made belonged to the gang.
The dealer extended his fist toward his driver, bumping the man’s knuckles with his own before he opened the passenger door and got out of the car. This was typical of Snow; he had three drivers on dial, ready to take him anywhere he needed to go in exchange for a little bit of cash. Snow didn’t own his own car. He never wanted to have a car registered in his name, much like anything else. In actuality, Snow’s most loyal customers made for the best drivers. They were always down to do anything for a bit of cash, which was a way of living that Snow very much aligned with. In this case, Snow had to meet up with a dealer who operated out-of-town. He liked the quality of Snow’s cocaine and paid handsomely for a fair amount.
Snow shut the passenger door and his friend drove away. He slung the other strap of his backpack around his shoulder so that it properly sat on his back before he turned and began walking down the block. As he made his way to the nearest convenience store, Snow lifted the hoodie of his sweater over his head. It was only a minute or two later that he would make it to the store, but it was cold enough out that having the hood over his head protected his ears from the colder weather.
A bell rang as his hands pressed the door open to the convenience shop. Snow lifted his index finger up, greeting the cashier as he made his way over to the refrigerators in the back. Snow grabbed a liter of lemon-lime soda and brought it up to the counter. After losing three dollars worth of weight Snow made his way out of the convenience store and headed toward the warehouse. As per usual, Snow wasn’t the first one to make it to the party.
The dealer slid one of the straps of his bag off of his shoulder as he made his way past the three other members. Not typically one for lengthy conversation, Snow walked toward the far end of the table without a word. He first placed his liter of soda on the table before he unzipped the top of his bag and flipped it over partially, dumping multiple stacks of cash. Segregated into bundles by way of rubber bands, the small mountain of money cascaded over itself before finally coming to rest. Snow only removed the percentage which the gang was owed, not a cent more. The rest was for his own pockets.
Reaching back into the bag once more, Snow removed a small bottle of promethazine from its contents along with a styrofoam cup. It was a miracle that the cup had made it in one piece after sitting in his bag all day and having a bunch of shit piled on top of it, but it seemed usable. Snow took the cap off of the soda and dumped a bunch into the cup. He then removed the cap from the bottle of promethazine and poured out a decent amount of the purple syrup into the cup as well.
Snow took a sip of his lean. Then he took his shit off of the table and sat down.
Characters:
Basic Information
Name: Lucifer
Alias:
Name: Lucifer
Alias:
Samael
Prince of Darkness
Prince of Lies
Light Bringer
The Morning Star
The Devil
Satan
Prince of Darkness
Prince of Lies
Light Bringer
The Morning Star
The Devil
Satan
The Portrayal of Lucifer
I try to write Lucifer as close to the Comics/Mythology as possible, I’ve been roleplaying him for 7+ years and like to think I have a pretty strong grasp on his character and who he really is as one. I’m not divergent but I will say my Lucifer has very minor influences of my own head-canons tied in with Christian Myths. The head-canons I have aren’t extreme, they are subtle mostly staying pretty true to who he is as a character. I tend to incorporate aspects of his personalities that aren’t explored or seen, Lucifer is extremely misunderstood. I write him in a way that proves just that.. Lots of inner monologues, feelings and thoughts he’s hiding just beneath the surface. I can’t stress how much layers and depth Lucifer has to him, his complexity is so uniquely different, it’s something he has constructed over the many years he’s been alive.
Appearance
Height: 6'4
Weight: 190
Hair Style: His hair looks different depending on the lighting. The two shades that are most commonly seen is a gentle black, and a tone likened to gold.
Eye Color: He has dark red eye color, his eyes are technically a crimson hue. Though the hue darkens when he is angry.
Distinguishing Marks: There are thin lines of marks along his skin and body, running over his dark wings and his body. Every inch of his body marked with these lines.
Skin Complexion: Slightly Tanned
Body: Slender
Attire: Lucifer wears simple, dark suits that are tailored to fit him – the clothing of a businessman. He remarked once to someone that he wore business clothing in order to mock respectable businessmen, whom he considers merely socially acceptable thieves and criminals. He also wears black leather gloves almost all of the time.
Physical Condition: His body is rather curvaceous and muscled his strength is of course unimaginably strong. His speed is unknown since he seems to be able to move within seconds, from one area to another. He seems to be human in appearance though when people see what he can do that appearance as a human seems to wear out.
Physical Limitations: Despite being the incarnate of all that is evil and having nearly limitless abilities, he does have his limitations. Very few people are in the know about what those are.
Tone of Voice: He has a gentle voice, most people expect his voice to be dark and brooding, but really it is gentle and sweet, sometimes angelic, because he is an angel after all. A dark twisted and poor excuse for one, but still an angel nevertheless.
Weight: 190
Hair Style: His hair looks different depending on the lighting. The two shades that are most commonly seen is a gentle black, and a tone likened to gold.
Eye Color: He has dark red eye color, his eyes are technically a crimson hue. Though the hue darkens when he is angry.
Distinguishing Marks: There are thin lines of marks along his skin and body, running over his dark wings and his body. Every inch of his body marked with these lines.
Skin Complexion: Slightly Tanned
Body: Slender
Attire: Lucifer wears simple, dark suits that are tailored to fit him – the clothing of a businessman. He remarked once to someone that he wore business clothing in order to mock respectable businessmen, whom he considers merely socially acceptable thieves and criminals. He also wears black leather gloves almost all of the time.
Physical Condition: His body is rather curvaceous and muscled his strength is of course unimaginably strong. His speed is unknown since he seems to be able to move within seconds, from one area to another. He seems to be human in appearance though when people see what he can do that appearance as a human seems to wear out.
Physical Limitations: Despite being the incarnate of all that is evil and having nearly limitless abilities, he does have his limitations. Very few people are in the know about what those are.
Tone of Voice: He has a gentle voice, most people expect his voice to be dark and brooding, but really it is gentle and sweet, sometimes angelic, because he is an angel after all. A dark twisted and poor excuse for one, but still an angel nevertheless.
Personality
Lucifer is a very complex character and the way I write him differs from time frame to time frame. His façade of superiority and delusions of grandeur become much more intense as his natural defense mechanisms raise in face of his shattering self-esteem. Lucifer’s calm, confident demeanor quickly becomes plagued and tormented by doubt and insecurity when others stand up to him or he is faced with the truth of his errors. If Lucifer truly felt superior to others and confident in himself, he wouldn’t have become so easily rattled at the mere thought of his enemies’ confidence despite their situations looking bleak. His rebellion against God is what was the breaking point which changed his character from that moment forward. Lucifer walks a fine line between good and evil, and can often sway in and out of that line, his unpredictability is nauseating for most, and his capricious ways are hard to follow. Hang tight, cause you are in for a bumpy ride.
Despite all the negative aspects of his personalities he does have a lot of positive traits that make him a concrete character, he isn’t just this “bad guy” in fact his deep raw emotions when they do show through his mask, makes him all the more complex taking him far beyond that of an evil villain. He is extremely intelligent, cunning and charming. At times he is even able to display thoughtfulness and empathy. Lucifer is highly perceptive and in tune with others actions, emotions or feelings despite his inability to reach into himself and note that his feelings are the same are others or are just as equal, he LACKS self-awareness which is painfully obvious to those around him. Lucifer is playfully and devious, he has a silver tongue and a charming elegant way of speaking, it’s a persuasive trait that helps him get what he wants whenever he wants. Be patient and that inner true Lucifer will reveal himself to you, he won’t always be so heavily guarded, and in time he’ll let you in.
History
Despite all the negative aspects of his personalities he does have a lot of positive traits that make him a concrete character, he isn’t just this “bad guy” in fact his deep raw emotions when they do show through his mask, makes him all the more complex taking him far beyond that of an evil villain. He is extremely intelligent, cunning and charming. At times he is even able to display thoughtfulness and empathy. Lucifer is highly perceptive and in tune with others actions, emotions or feelings despite his inability to reach into himself and note that his feelings are the same are others or are just as equal, he LACKS self-awareness which is painfully obvious to those around him. Lucifer is playfully and devious, he has a silver tongue and a charming elegant way of speaking, it’s a persuasive trait that helps him get what he wants whenever he wants. Be patient and that inner true Lucifer will reveal himself to you, he won’t always be so heavily guarded, and in time he’ll let you in.
History
He is believed to be an angel who rebelled against God, and also the one who spoke through the serpent and seduced Eve into disobeying God's command. His ultimate goal is to lead people away from the love of God, to lead them to fallacies which God opposes. Satan is also identified as the accuser of Job, the tempter in the Gospels, the secret power of lawlessness in Thessalonians, and the dragon in the Book of Revelation. Before his insurrection, Satan was among the highest of all angels and the "brightest in the sky". His pride is considered a reason why he would not bow to God as all other angels did, but sought to rule heaven himself.
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