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About Mois
I speak no French.
I'm looking for long term partners with a sense of humor who like filthy, irreverent roleplays that play with genre conventions.
I made of equal parts razz, ma-tazz, and viscera, bones, etc. which makes me officially snazzy.
I'm a thirty year old man, I've been RPing for well over ten years. I haven't recently, but I have been looking forward to writing with someone else for a time so I decided to join this community. It has a more cozy, interpersonal feel to it that I enjoy.
I would prefer to maintain communication and play over this website.
I like to get to know my partner a little bit, as getting a feel for someone's personality helps me broach subjects and get an idea of what they want.
I only do mf roleplays, and I prefer settings that are at least a little fantastical or ridiculous in nature. I really enjoy genre takedowns--purposefully poking fun at the inconsistencies and unexplored places in popular genre fiction--and straight plays on them as well. When it comes to fandoms I'm really picky because I do not believe I would be able to truly emulate another person's character, my own ideas of what they could be often overwrite what they are.
About... Tu, I Guess?
Post as much or as little as you want. We will set our own pace.
Write as much or as little as you want. We will find our own rhythm.
Have an idea? Shoot it my way.
See something here you'd like better if it was different? Shoot it my way.
Is it okay if your character is x, y, or z ethnicity, skin tone, religion? Yup.
I will do my best to meet you where you are.
On Scheduling and Frequency
While I'm not a jet setting multimillionaire juggling business calls from board meetings, I do have things going on. Even in the time of the pandemic. My first priority is going to be to those things. So my participation will fluctuate like a sine wave, with a day where I'm very active, days where I'm less active, then days where I'm more active again.
On Kinks and Limits
Kinks
Writing bad/evil people
Rough Sex
Non- and dub-con
Incest
Dirty talk
Spanking
Slapping
Humiliating and degrading women
Biting
Giving/receiving oral
Giving anal
Giving vaginal
Rimming
Fingering
Foreplay, in general
Monster on woman
Bondage
Gangbang
Sexual piercings
Mind control
Bimbofication
Bestiality
Ownership marking
Limits
Vore
Genital mutilation
Scat
Vomiting
Celeb
About Kinks and Limits
I have yet to build an F-List. In brief, it seems deeply overwhelming. Here are a couple of guidelines to help you briefly navigate if it's worth your time asking me a question, or coming to me with a suggestion:
Brief Plots By Genre
Supers
Obsession: our characters, one nominally a hero and the other nominally a villain, are nemesises. They have let their passion for each other--a dark passion--blow up their entire lives. They lay traps, lie in wait, pounce, misdirect, and brutally attack one another. Why is up to us to decide, as is where it goes.
D-Listers: our characters are a new superhero team-up, because team-ups are good for marketing, right? Part of the problem of being a super is getting your name out there. It's all about brand recognition. Our two heroes are up and comers who are, well, fuck-ups. They always manage to botch whatever it is they're doing, frequently with lewd outcomes.
Training Center: YC is a heroine who got into a bad situation and has taken a heavy hit to her confidence. She gets a referral to a remote training center for supers, and what she doesn't know? It's a trap. Set up by her nemesis.
Fantasy
Generic Dominant Vampire: a generic dominant vampire in a generic medieval setting who generically gets slaves in a way that happens off screen so we never have to confront what an inhuman bastard he is captures your character, a person (not a celeb, not an IRL girl you know) from real life that exists out of the shitty generic fantasy novel as vehicle for smut she was reading. Will she exploit poorly written genre tropes, or fail to subvert them and fall in love with Dick Longdark even though very little about his world makes sense? How will she react when she infects the secondary characters and protagonist with pragmatism and they begin to realize the plot holes in their own backstories?
Not the Chosen One: no matter how many times the prophecy has been explained to YC, and no matter how it's been explained, YC is convinced she's the chosen one. Here's a tip: she's not. However, hellbent on proving herself to the world at large, she goes out on a series of episodic adventures, collecting sidekicks like the Cleric-inbetween-Gods, the Bard-with-a-brutal-stutter, the Wizard-who-never-finished-his-apprenticeship-and-has-a-tenuous-grasp-on-magic, a trio of horny goblins with no real skills, and more!
Orc Wife: YC was adopted by an orc tribe as a lost child. She knows full well she's human and the man who raised her found her, but she's been fully accepted into the tribe and gone through all of the rituals and is a member of the faith. Fully integrated. What no one really mentioned is that orcs, unlike humans, skew heavily male and that because of that they practice polyandry. There are no other women in the tribe since the last two, beside YC, were killed in a human raid on the tribe some years ago. When the adulthood rite occurs and jobs are handed out, YC is selected as the village's wife. She will rotate through the different orcs of the tribe providing wifely duties and affection.
Sci Fi
Like Dune, But Dumber and With More Bondage: I expect pretty much no one to jump on this. Here's the idea: Dune has a very specific (and cool) aesthetic that I want to replicate that places humans front and center and minimizes the work of AI, complicated technology, etc. In this version there is a class of professionals who go across the galaxy, performing work for the Empire that are something like diplomats (let's keep it nebulous). They are modified to live very long lives and have some form of increased intelligence. YC has been selected to be one of them through a long and arduous testing process that is totally opaque. What she doesn't know is that it was screening for submissive behavior--as well as intelligence--just so that she can become the plaything of MC.
On the Edge: this would be an explicitly cyberpunk setting, I would basically be the GM or storyteller and YC would be someone who's pulling jobs and being an edgerunner 'n shit. If this appeals to you, you probably have some sort of genre fluency, and we can talk about kinks and what we're looking for.
Alien Truther: YC knows the truth. Aliens are here, and they're personally tormenting her and ruining her life by taking advantage of her and whisking her away for weird sex at, like, all hours. with no warning! Who does that? Why would you go to Earth to hook up?
Urban Fantasy
Sick City: our characters knew each other, back in the day. They were EMTs working together, both new to the city, and worked together more often than not for about five years. However, MC died in the middle of a call and was buried in a poorly attended closed casket funeral.
In the few years that have passed YC has moved to a new city to take a job as a paramedic. Which would be great, except for the rising suicide rates, crime, and violence. What she doesn't know is that the spirit of the city has been afflicted with a magical malady that threatens to drive it into ruin. Add on top of that the fact YC caught sight of mine--with a nicer haircut, in a suit, and a trimmer line--and things are going to tilt over the edge.
YC follows MC and confronts him, only to find out he died--over forty years ago. He's a vampire, and he's here because the city is sick and favors have been called in.
Long Live the King, Way Worse than the Old King: cities have their own magical societies that remain hidden from the world. Some are even handed and fair whereas others buckle under the yoke of tyranny. This city has just become that latter place. The Scarecrow has taken control of the city after it killed the last ruler, the Carpenter, and set about collecting taxes in treasure, blood, and soul bonded oaths of fealty.
YC has been singled out by the Scarecrow to be made an example of and gone into hiding. However, the Scarecrow's hollow men are after her and soon she'll need to fight if you she wantts to live. She turns to an old rival/enemy, MC, who has his own axe to grind against the Scarecrow.
The Cost of Strength: YC has a problem and has some unusual resources to defend against them. She's been targeted with a group of warlocks who are jealous of her power and the tradition she represents. Unfortunately, she has an unearned reputation for karmic rot and moral turpitude since she, well, summons demons.
Look, diabolism is the family trade! It doesn't mean she's a bad person.
After an attack burns down her family home and robs her of generations of accumulated knowledge she hastily calls on a demon (MC) to help her.
Rebels Without a Story
I saw someone list characters without a story in their request thread and thought it was a cool idea. So here are some that have been knocking around the back of my head. If you see one you like, reach out to me, and we'll make a story.
PM me
I speak no French.
I'm looking for long term partners with a sense of humor who like filthy, irreverent roleplays that play with genre conventions.
I made of equal parts razz, ma-tazz, and viscera, bones, etc. which makes me officially snazzy.
I'm a thirty year old man, I've been RPing for well over ten years. I haven't recently, but I have been looking forward to writing with someone else for a time so I decided to join this community. It has a more cozy, interpersonal feel to it that I enjoy.
I would prefer to maintain communication and play over this website.
I like to get to know my partner a little bit, as getting a feel for someone's personality helps me broach subjects and get an idea of what they want.
I only do mf roleplays, and I prefer settings that are at least a little fantastical or ridiculous in nature. I really enjoy genre takedowns--purposefully poking fun at the inconsistencies and unexplored places in popular genre fiction--and straight plays on them as well. When it comes to fandoms I'm really picky because I do not believe I would be able to truly emulate another person's character, my own ideas of what they could be often overwrite what they are.
About... Tu, I Guess?
Post as much or as little as you want. We will set our own pace.
Write as much or as little as you want. We will find our own rhythm.
Have an idea? Shoot it my way.
See something here you'd like better if it was different? Shoot it my way.
Is it okay if your character is x, y, or z ethnicity, skin tone, religion? Yup.
I will do my best to meet you where you are.
On Scheduling and Frequency
While I'm not a jet setting multimillionaire juggling business calls from board meetings, I do have things going on. Even in the time of the pandemic. My first priority is going to be to those things. So my participation will fluctuate like a sine wave, with a day where I'm very active, days where I'm less active, then days where I'm more active again.
On Kinks and Limits
Kinks
Writing bad/evil people
Rough Sex
Non- and dub-con
Incest
Dirty talk
Spanking
Slapping
Humiliating and degrading women
Biting
Giving/receiving oral
Giving anal
Giving vaginal
Rimming
Fingering
Foreplay, in general
Monster on woman
Bondage
Gangbang
Sexual piercings
Mind control
Bimbofication
Bestiality
Ownership marking
Limits
Vore
Genital mutilation
Scat
Vomiting
Celeb
About Kinks and Limits
I have yet to build an F-List. In brief, it seems deeply overwhelming. Here are a couple of guidelines to help you briefly navigate if it's worth your time asking me a question, or coming to me with a suggestion:
- not all, or even most, of my kinks need to be present in an RP
- if it involves gruesomely hurting someone while in the act of sex then it's an immediate, hard no
- you should be more inclined to ask than not, the worst I can say is that I'm not particularly interested. I will thank you for asking, because sometimes asking someone is hard and I want to encourage your courageous behavior
Brief Plots By Genre
Supers
Obsession: our characters, one nominally a hero and the other nominally a villain, are nemesises. They have let their passion for each other--a dark passion--blow up their entire lives. They lay traps, lie in wait, pounce, misdirect, and brutally attack one another. Why is up to us to decide, as is where it goes.
D-Listers: our characters are a new superhero team-up, because team-ups are good for marketing, right? Part of the problem of being a super is getting your name out there. It's all about brand recognition. Our two heroes are up and comers who are, well, fuck-ups. They always manage to botch whatever it is they're doing, frequently with lewd outcomes.
Training Center: YC is a heroine who got into a bad situation and has taken a heavy hit to her confidence. She gets a referral to a remote training center for supers, and what she doesn't know? It's a trap. Set up by her nemesis.
Fantasy
Generic Dominant Vampire: a generic dominant vampire in a generic medieval setting who generically gets slaves in a way that happens off screen so we never have to confront what an inhuman bastard he is captures your character, a person (not a celeb, not an IRL girl you know) from real life that exists out of the shitty generic fantasy novel as vehicle for smut she was reading. Will she exploit poorly written genre tropes, or fail to subvert them and fall in love with Dick Longdark even though very little about his world makes sense? How will she react when she infects the secondary characters and protagonist with pragmatism and they begin to realize the plot holes in their own backstories?
Not the Chosen One: no matter how many times the prophecy has been explained to YC, and no matter how it's been explained, YC is convinced she's the chosen one. Here's a tip: she's not. However, hellbent on proving herself to the world at large, she goes out on a series of episodic adventures, collecting sidekicks like the Cleric-inbetween-Gods, the Bard-with-a-brutal-stutter, the Wizard-who-never-finished-his-apprenticeship-and-has-a-tenuous-grasp-on-magic, a trio of horny goblins with no real skills, and more!
Orc Wife: YC was adopted by an orc tribe as a lost child. She knows full well she's human and the man who raised her found her, but she's been fully accepted into the tribe and gone through all of the rituals and is a member of the faith. Fully integrated. What no one really mentioned is that orcs, unlike humans, skew heavily male and that because of that they practice polyandry. There are no other women in the tribe since the last two, beside YC, were killed in a human raid on the tribe some years ago. When the adulthood rite occurs and jobs are handed out, YC is selected as the village's wife. She will rotate through the different orcs of the tribe providing wifely duties and affection.
Sci Fi
Like Dune, But Dumber and With More Bondage: I expect pretty much no one to jump on this. Here's the idea: Dune has a very specific (and cool) aesthetic that I want to replicate that places humans front and center and minimizes the work of AI, complicated technology, etc. In this version there is a class of professionals who go across the galaxy, performing work for the Empire that are something like diplomats (let's keep it nebulous). They are modified to live very long lives and have some form of increased intelligence. YC has been selected to be one of them through a long and arduous testing process that is totally opaque. What she doesn't know is that it was screening for submissive behavior--as well as intelligence--just so that she can become the plaything of MC.
On the Edge: this would be an explicitly cyberpunk setting, I would basically be the GM or storyteller and YC would be someone who's pulling jobs and being an edgerunner 'n shit. If this appeals to you, you probably have some sort of genre fluency, and we can talk about kinks and what we're looking for.
Alien Truther: YC knows the truth. Aliens are here, and they're personally tormenting her and ruining her life by taking advantage of her and whisking her away for weird sex at, like, all hours. with no warning! Who does that? Why would you go to Earth to hook up?
Urban Fantasy
Sick City: our characters knew each other, back in the day. They were EMTs working together, both new to the city, and worked together more often than not for about five years. However, MC died in the middle of a call and was buried in a poorly attended closed casket funeral.
In the few years that have passed YC has moved to a new city to take a job as a paramedic. Which would be great, except for the rising suicide rates, crime, and violence. What she doesn't know is that the spirit of the city has been afflicted with a magical malady that threatens to drive it into ruin. Add on top of that the fact YC caught sight of mine--with a nicer haircut, in a suit, and a trimmer line--and things are going to tilt over the edge.
YC follows MC and confronts him, only to find out he died--over forty years ago. He's a vampire, and he's here because the city is sick and favors have been called in.
Long Live the King, Way Worse than the Old King: cities have their own magical societies that remain hidden from the world. Some are even handed and fair whereas others buckle under the yoke of tyranny. This city has just become that latter place. The Scarecrow has taken control of the city after it killed the last ruler, the Carpenter, and set about collecting taxes in treasure, blood, and soul bonded oaths of fealty.
YC has been singled out by the Scarecrow to be made an example of and gone into hiding. However, the Scarecrow's hollow men are after her and soon she'll need to fight if you she wantts to live. She turns to an old rival/enemy, MC, who has his own axe to grind against the Scarecrow.
The Cost of Strength: YC has a problem and has some unusual resources to defend against them. She's been targeted with a group of warlocks who are jealous of her power and the tradition she represents. Unfortunately, she has an unearned reputation for karmic rot and moral turpitude since she, well, summons demons.
Look, diabolism is the family trade! It doesn't mean she's a bad person.
After an attack burns down her family home and robs her of generations of accumulated knowledge she hastily calls on a demon (MC) to help her.
Rebels Without a Story
I saw someone list characters without a story in their request thread and thought it was a cool idea. So here are some that have been knocking around the back of my head. If you see one you like, reach out to me, and we'll make a story.
Cam Ecco (Urban Fantasy, 28): born into a lower class family without much in the way of education or access, Cam became obsessed with the news at a young age. In the wake of unending war in the Middle East he consumed as much information as he could about it. With no real prospects for college and the zeal of youth, Cam worked two jobs for two years and saved up enough money to go to Syria on a shoestring budget to become a war correspondent.
Depending on the day you ask him, it was either his best or worst decision. After a year in country, with a growing body of work under his byline, he died in the midst of an attack. Whether it was SDF, jihadist, or pro-Assad forces he has no idea who was responsible for the shrapnel that tore open his femoral artery.
After dying he came back to life in a miraculous recovery. Since then he has seen and been able to talk to ghosts. Sometimes they're annoying, sometimes they're friends, sometimes they're enemies.
But they're great for stories.
About
Doesn't sleep well
More comfortable at night than day
Secretly misses war
Best friend is a Syrian ghost
Didn't finish college
Chuck Merriam (26, Sci-Fi) was a flannel wearing, broad chested Pacific Northwest redneck. Kinda. Trapped in an Oregon logging community with no way out, he whiled his hours away with chemistry and physics textbooks. Since it was 1986 he had no outlet through the internet to explore his interest in the sciences and connect with like minded people. The farthest afield he got in that regard was getting buzzed with his friends and blowing up tree stumps. One night he was doing just that most noble of pursuits when what appeared to be orbs of light descended from the sky and promptly abducted him. He came to sometime later in the midst of a court proceeding: the creatures that had collected him for a zoo had been caught for poaching, and worse yet, since there were so few humans in the galactic polity there wasn't a statistically large enough sample to determine his sentience. Caught in bureaucratic limbo somewhere between an intelligent animal and a stupid alien, Chuck has been granted access to charity that allowed him to obtain the necessary modifications to understand most known species, breath a wider range of atmospheres, and eat more foods so he is not entirely restricted to human normal foods.
About
Loves Credence Clearwater Revival, hates Lynyrd Skynyrd
Afraid of Reagan, concerned about nuclear proliferation
Feels dumb, but is often quick witted
Nothing to lose, everything to gain
Bad at harmonica, won't stop trying
Dodging shady debt collectors
Trying to find some way home, even though it's illegal
Budic Trelease (25, Fantasy) was, like many of the young men in his ghetto, sent to war at 16. It wasn't like the old wars where you lined up on a field and charged at each other and then did it again--it was powered by vats of alchemical reagents and ritual magic. Explosions and gases and sticky substances that never stopped burning, curses spread out in hundred yard lines that caused teeth to fall out in searing green light. It was a new sort of war, fought in trenches across muddy terrain where horses were useless. Experimental cannons just as likely to explode in a wave of shrapnel as to fire a ball that would bounce, skip across the ground and send a man's limbs flying from his body when he was hit before doing the same to the one behind him.
Budic survived, and came home to a ghetto with no prospects. He rubbed shoulders with what remained of the boys he grew up with and those slightly too young to have been bought for coppers and sent to war. He returned with the service short sword he'd become so familiar with and a broader chest, a scar that lanced across one eye and spoke of a bare save, and close cropped black hair already peppered with grey. Since he returned Budic became a small time drug dealer and leg breaker until he was approached by a criminal organization to become their representative in his area. His ghetto had never been united, home to a dozen gangs and factions that he was familiar with through blood, business and friendship.
About
Prefers not to stab someone in the front when he can do it from the back
Occasionally uses his own supply
Helps out the neighborhood when he can, poisons the neighborhood with fantasy cocaine
Feels brotherhood with other veterans, feels contempt for those who were proud of their service
Indebted to someone in the secret police
Rivals with a dealer who dodged the draft
Colin Sweet (28, Urban Fantasy, Horror) is the kind of guy you could call a mama's boy. He doesn't rely on her, per say, but he is more her son in the same way his sister is more his father's daughter. Colin's mother was a hustler before, and often he suspected when, she settled down with his sedate engineer father. Whip thin and lean, his light auburn hair and glimmering green eyes can't help but put you in the mind of a fox. He can be any kind of person he needs to be, but right now he's juggling two businesses: identity theft and counterfeit couture. Preferring not to get his hands dirty, he plays on others' situations to get what he wants. He's garbage in a fight and he knows it.
About
Would do anything for friends or family
Knows there is no honor among thieves
Believes that human beings are the most powerful tools on the planet
Would rather misdirect than fight
Drops into character in a moment
Is never himself with anyone
Robbie Cooley (19, Superhero) is a vigilante. When he was a child he was caught in an accident that left him in a coma for three months and led to permanent brain damage. From there he was in and out of state care for his behavorial problems. When he was fourteen he ran out into the highway while running from the voices in his own head and was hit by a truck, condemning him to a second coma.
Against all expectations, he came out of it a calmer, more organized and respectful person. What few knew is that he was giving an experimental treatment to treat the extensive damage to his mind and body in an effort to create a new generation of government super spys. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, a congressional investigation was organized on the company that had bidded for the contract and done the work on him after their unethical human testing came to light. All information on him and the other test subjects was destroyed.
His powers include physical fitness and sensory acuity that push beyond peak physical fitness as well as peak memory and pattern recognition. When he was sixteen, still a ward of the state for his extensive history of violence, he broke free and lived on the street where he would have more freedom. There he began his career as the Stalker, using DIY devices, investigation and an unexpected viciousness to "stop bad guys."
Today he has adopted the identity Robbie Cooley and attends college.
About
Quietly paranoid
Methodical to a fault
Hides his dark passions in his vigilantism
Funds himself by rolling drug dealers
Maintains connections with the homeless community
Pretends to be slightly stupid
Rival is a noble-bright hero
Secret friends with a villain he knew on the streets
Ernst Copperbrow (20, Fantasy) was a sorcerer's apprentice. However, his apprenticeship was a brutal mix of abuse and failure. When his master was killed in a duel he managed to loot a few tools before he fled for his life.
Ernst lives in the shantytown and uses his fluctuating, unreliable, and strange magical powers as a fringe member of a gang. He wears a mane of raven feathers he claims are magical, but really just emphasize his blue and gold eyes, and has pewter rings on every finger in caricature of a real sorcerer.
He has managed to cobble together a syncretic mix of hedge wizardry, experimentation, and formal sorcery into a strange force that he barely understands and is prone to accident and collateral damage. People in the know keep their distance for fear of the damage he could unleash.
About
Puts on airs
Thinks it's not obvious that he's dangerously incompetent
Made a deal with the (metaphorical) devil
Has a secret weapon of last resort hiding in plain sight
Only friends are a beggar child and a childless old woman
Hides from the guard
Depending on the day you ask him, it was either his best or worst decision. After a year in country, with a growing body of work under his byline, he died in the midst of an attack. Whether it was SDF, jihadist, or pro-Assad forces he has no idea who was responsible for the shrapnel that tore open his femoral artery.
After dying he came back to life in a miraculous recovery. Since then he has seen and been able to talk to ghosts. Sometimes they're annoying, sometimes they're friends, sometimes they're enemies.
But they're great for stories.
About
Doesn't sleep well
More comfortable at night than day
Secretly misses war
Best friend is a Syrian ghost
Didn't finish college
Chuck Merriam (26, Sci-Fi) was a flannel wearing, broad chested Pacific Northwest redneck. Kinda. Trapped in an Oregon logging community with no way out, he whiled his hours away with chemistry and physics textbooks. Since it was 1986 he had no outlet through the internet to explore his interest in the sciences and connect with like minded people. The farthest afield he got in that regard was getting buzzed with his friends and blowing up tree stumps. One night he was doing just that most noble of pursuits when what appeared to be orbs of light descended from the sky and promptly abducted him. He came to sometime later in the midst of a court proceeding: the creatures that had collected him for a zoo had been caught for poaching, and worse yet, since there were so few humans in the galactic polity there wasn't a statistically large enough sample to determine his sentience. Caught in bureaucratic limbo somewhere between an intelligent animal and a stupid alien, Chuck has been granted access to charity that allowed him to obtain the necessary modifications to understand most known species, breath a wider range of atmospheres, and eat more foods so he is not entirely restricted to human normal foods.
About
Loves Credence Clearwater Revival, hates Lynyrd Skynyrd
Afraid of Reagan, concerned about nuclear proliferation
Feels dumb, but is often quick witted
Nothing to lose, everything to gain
Bad at harmonica, won't stop trying
Dodging shady debt collectors
Trying to find some way home, even though it's illegal
Budic Trelease (25, Fantasy) was, like many of the young men in his ghetto, sent to war at 16. It wasn't like the old wars where you lined up on a field and charged at each other and then did it again--it was powered by vats of alchemical reagents and ritual magic. Explosions and gases and sticky substances that never stopped burning, curses spread out in hundred yard lines that caused teeth to fall out in searing green light. It was a new sort of war, fought in trenches across muddy terrain where horses were useless. Experimental cannons just as likely to explode in a wave of shrapnel as to fire a ball that would bounce, skip across the ground and send a man's limbs flying from his body when he was hit before doing the same to the one behind him.
Budic survived, and came home to a ghetto with no prospects. He rubbed shoulders with what remained of the boys he grew up with and those slightly too young to have been bought for coppers and sent to war. He returned with the service short sword he'd become so familiar with and a broader chest, a scar that lanced across one eye and spoke of a bare save, and close cropped black hair already peppered with grey. Since he returned Budic became a small time drug dealer and leg breaker until he was approached by a criminal organization to become their representative in his area. His ghetto had never been united, home to a dozen gangs and factions that he was familiar with through blood, business and friendship.
About
Prefers not to stab someone in the front when he can do it from the back
Occasionally uses his own supply
Helps out the neighborhood when he can, poisons the neighborhood with fantasy cocaine
Feels brotherhood with other veterans, feels contempt for those who were proud of their service
Indebted to someone in the secret police
Rivals with a dealer who dodged the draft
Colin Sweet (28, Urban Fantasy, Horror) is the kind of guy you could call a mama's boy. He doesn't rely on her, per say, but he is more her son in the same way his sister is more his father's daughter. Colin's mother was a hustler before, and often he suspected when, she settled down with his sedate engineer father. Whip thin and lean, his light auburn hair and glimmering green eyes can't help but put you in the mind of a fox. He can be any kind of person he needs to be, but right now he's juggling two businesses: identity theft and counterfeit couture. Preferring not to get his hands dirty, he plays on others' situations to get what he wants. He's garbage in a fight and he knows it.
About
Would do anything for friends or family
Knows there is no honor among thieves
Believes that human beings are the most powerful tools on the planet
Would rather misdirect than fight
Drops into character in a moment
Is never himself with anyone
Robbie Cooley (19, Superhero) is a vigilante. When he was a child he was caught in an accident that left him in a coma for three months and led to permanent brain damage. From there he was in and out of state care for his behavorial problems. When he was fourteen he ran out into the highway while running from the voices in his own head and was hit by a truck, condemning him to a second coma.
Against all expectations, he came out of it a calmer, more organized and respectful person. What few knew is that he was giving an experimental treatment to treat the extensive damage to his mind and body in an effort to create a new generation of government super spys. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, a congressional investigation was organized on the company that had bidded for the contract and done the work on him after their unethical human testing came to light. All information on him and the other test subjects was destroyed.
His powers include physical fitness and sensory acuity that push beyond peak physical fitness as well as peak memory and pattern recognition. When he was sixteen, still a ward of the state for his extensive history of violence, he broke free and lived on the street where he would have more freedom. There he began his career as the Stalker, using DIY devices, investigation and an unexpected viciousness to "stop bad guys."
Today he has adopted the identity Robbie Cooley and attends college.
About
Quietly paranoid
Methodical to a fault
Hides his dark passions in his vigilantism
Funds himself by rolling drug dealers
Maintains connections with the homeless community
Pretends to be slightly stupid
Rival is a noble-bright hero
Secret friends with a villain he knew on the streets
Ernst Copperbrow (20, Fantasy) was a sorcerer's apprentice. However, his apprenticeship was a brutal mix of abuse and failure. When his master was killed in a duel he managed to loot a few tools before he fled for his life.
Ernst lives in the shantytown and uses his fluctuating, unreliable, and strange magical powers as a fringe member of a gang. He wears a mane of raven feathers he claims are magical, but really just emphasize his blue and gold eyes, and has pewter rings on every finger in caricature of a real sorcerer.
He has managed to cobble together a syncretic mix of hedge wizardry, experimentation, and formal sorcery into a strange force that he barely understands and is prone to accident and collateral damage. People in the know keep their distance for fear of the damage he could unleash.
About
Puts on airs
Thinks it's not obvious that he's dangerously incompetent
Made a deal with the (metaphorical) devil
Has a secret weapon of last resort hiding in plain sight
Only friends are a beggar child and a childless old woman
Hides from the guard
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