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Name: Vicktor Allen Zeider / Vi'Kazar'th Nicknames: Vik / The Feared Fangs, God of Gore and Rotten Fruit, The Harvester Preferred Pronouns: Him / It (WE/US/THEY) Species: Human Vessel / Primordial Concept of Fear of the Hunt Age (apparent): 25 / Terrifying Sexual Preference: Bisexual / Prey Occupation: Botany Student & Florist / Harvest Deity
Height: 6'3'' / Mutable but averaging 7-8 feet Physical Build: Scrawny Nerd / Horrifying Monstrosity Hair: Black Undercut with blue hair dye / Mutable Notable Marks/Features: Scars / A hundred grasping claws, a thousand gnashing maws, tentacles, creaking limbs
Good Traits: Intelligent, Team-Player, Good Cook / Passionate, Driven Negative Traits: Way too okay with sharing a body and mind with an Eldritch Identity / Obsessed with the Hunt and Harvest Likes: Sweets, Baking, Books / MEAT, Death Dislikes: Death, Pain / The Decay of Pacifism
General Information: Vi'Kazar'Th is a primordial entity born when "The First Prey was devoured by the First Predator" during the first days of the Primordial Soup. This entity has existed ever since as a being fueled by violence, hunting, harvests and hungers. It saw humanity evolve, and haunted them from the shadows at the edge of their campfires in those early Stone Age days. As Agriculture grew, Vi'Kazar'Th's natural powers as an entity of Hunger also made It a natural Harvest God. Many heroes tried to destroy this horrid creature. But to kill, to HUNT such an entity is the same as praising it. No god may die while a prayer to it exists. Then one day some clever little sorcerers had an idea. The only thing Vi'Kazar'Th didn't seem to like was "death by natural causes". As if it were ever natural for a creature to die of rot and withering decay from Time's Passing.
And so these magisters sealed the Harvest God into a human vessel. And hoped that the passing of time would rid the world of this fearful thing.
It didn't.
Humans rarely live such peaceful lives. The God slithered like a blood born pathogen. Riding the DNA of its host from parent to child. Each unnatural death in the bloodline empowering the creature. Bringing it closer and closer to ressurection.
Enter, millenia later, Vik Zeider. A quiet, if slightly off putting, Botany student. A man seeking to avoid human interaction and quietly live his life gardening.
Fate is never so sweet. Vik died, violently, at the hands of bullies. He didn't stay dead, however. Vi'Kaza'Th , embodied by the incredibly violent acts done to the man revived Itself and Its vessel. A nearby tree grew a strange fruit the color of pale skin. That grew and grew to the size of a man. And from it exploded gorey red pulp. And a newly reformed Vik.
Now these two, Vessel and God, exist in symbiosis. Compelled by their nature to kill those who hurt them, to love Hunters and Hunted. To obsess over plant and prey and predator.
A new existence of God & Man stalking through the night.
Potential Pairing Ideas: Predator-Turned-Prey: Perhaps a supernatural entity, a reluctant monster or regular serial killer target Vik one day. By succeeding in Killing him, this Hunter catches the Eye of the two. Will the tables turn? Or will something unexpected happen? One More God To The Fire: Another Primordial Entity, perhaps one similar or opposed to Vi'Kazar'Th has come to battle with the Two-made-One. How long can such a cycle of Hunt and Hunted exist for? Arcane Student: A witch, warlock, Wizard or other spellcaster comes to town to study the strange magical energy spikes occurring in the area. What will they make of this bound duo? A Strange Case Indeed: When Vik dies, nothing supernatural happens to the corpse he left behind. When Vik Zeider begins showing up at the City Morgue MULTIPLE TIMES, the local police force wants to sweep this weird case under the rug. But some investigators can't leave well enough alone. Wherever Vik Zeider dies, more death follows after all. And there HAS to be an answer to WHY.
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Just a small test of some organization to come to the character sheet thread eventually. Saving it here in my journal so I don't lose it.
Full List - The Boys are Back in Town!
The Full List of Male Characters
Name: Romero De La Graves Nicknames: Graveyard Shift, Graves, Shakes, Deadman, Zombie, Redeye Species: Human Age (apparent): 26 Sexual Preference: Pansexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'3'' Physical Build: Decently Toned, Muscles developed from occupation Hair Style: Shaggy Mess Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark Brown Notable Marks/Features: Pierced Ears, tongue, tattoo sleeves General Posture: Slouched and Relaxing Clothing Style: Roadie Chic - jeans, work boots or sneakers, bandanas, decorative belt buckles, black t-shirts, denim vests and leather jackets
Personality Summary: The sleepiest man you'd ever met. Incredibly relaxed, chill, sharper than you'd expect. Always down to nap, drink, shag or chill. Occupation: Roadie Good Traits: Knows his job inside and out, creative, generally likeable, Great cook Negative Traits: Pushover, prefers to take on more work to make sure something is done right, skeptic, caffeine addiction Likes: Sweets, Cooking, Energy Drinks, Coffee, Tea, Hot Chocolate, Concerts, Music, Mosh Pits, Naps, Soft Sheets, Playing Guitar Dislikes: Angry concert-goers, Working overtime, People who don't shower on tour, People who force their musical opinions on others
General Biography: Romero has always loved music. Since he was a little kid listening to his dad's rock albums on vinyl, he's always loved music of any genre. It was his first metal album that really cemented his obsession with the music industry though. Choir, band, guitar and piano lessons. Romero devoured musical knowledge like a starving man at a buffet. Which was to say, almost unhealthily. As he grew older he started going to concerts and festivals any chance he could. Crappy part time jobs putting pennies aside for college and concerts. After it all he graduated with degrees in sound engineering and electrical engineering. With no way to jump into the studio side of things right out of college, he immediately signed up for crew and Roadie gigs.
That's been Romero's life ever since. Roads and rock and tour. He's been around the industry so much that multiple bands and managers know him. Most know him for looking absolutely haggard and exhausted. Handling shift schedules and work that other roadies won't take. His rare downtime is spent either cooking, often for the rest of the crew, or reading whatever occult or mythological book he's found in rare local bookstores around the world.
Slice of Life Romero x Security - They're the muscle meant to keep the band safe. He's the dude on the crew always working overtime. When suffering through tour hours together, sometimes you take the friendly face you can find Romero x Rockstar - They're his boss. The one he's doing mic checks for. Maybe they bully him, maybe they're kind to him, maybe they barely notice him. And maybe sometimes when you watch a man deadlift a giant speaker onto the tour bus, you kinda notice how nice his arms are. And maybe you want to show him a thing or two in your dressing room. Romero x Manager - Another manager. Trying to keep things on schedule and keep the band in line. Not every roadie and manager get along together. What will they think of the tired looking Roadie putting in all those extra minutes though? Roadie x Roadie - A roadie just like him. When you're forced to spend all day together setting up and breaking down stages together, you're either going to get along great or hate each other's guts. Who knows which? Romero x Concert Goer - Do they just want him to sneak them past security? Are they just drunk or high on the atmosphere (or just drunk or high)? Who knows, but this concert goer thinks there might be something to gain by teasing the cute Roadie.
Modern Fantasy
Honestly, pretty much any of the previously listed pairings but with a supernatural edge. Vampire Rockstar? Werewolf Roadie? Frankenstein Security Guard? Demonic Manager? The skies the limit!
Horror Something in the Woods - Not every concert is in some safe arena. Some are out where the noise doesn't bother society. Sometimes there's something in the woods. Sometimes it notices whose making noise. A Ritual gone Wrong - It happens more often than you'd like to hear. Someone making a deal with something dark and horrible for talent, fame and wealth. And sometimes the sacrifice is whatever human they think won't be missed. Sometimes the entity takes a liking to the poor dupe who was just trying to do his job as a roadie.
► Professional Roadie, Music & Mythology Nerd ◆ Modern Slice of Life, Modern Fantasy, Horror◆ Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll, Bondage, Supernatural Smut ◄
Name: Ciaran Joseph Kane Nicknames: Kane Species: Human (Temporally Unstuck) Age (apparent): 23 True Age: Pretty Damn Old Sexual Preference: Pansexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'5''
Physical Build: Kinda Lanky
Hair Style: Messy
Hair Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Green
Notable Marks/Features: Lip scar, neck tattoo
General Posture: Affable Bartending
Clothing Style: Business Casual
Personality Summary: Fun loving, eccentric Himbo
Occupation: Pub Owner, Time Traveler, Planet-Hopper, Menace
Good Traits: Kind, Caring, Humorous, Good Natured, Adventurous, Quick-Witted
Negative Traits: Manic, Hyperactive, Impulsive, Wanderlust
Likes: Traveling, Cooking, Helping, Decent Tips
Dislikes: Greed, Getting Hurt, Politicians, Tax Collectors, The Mistreatment of Human Rights, Prunes
General Biography: There is said to be a door. It shows up in many strange and interesting places. Next to it is a sign that reads "Finnegan's Wake: Transdimensional, Multiuniversal, Pangalactic & Cross-Chronal Pub + Grill". Within the building attached to this door is one man. His name is Ciaran Kane, but everyone calls him Kane. When he was in college, Kane BOTCHED an Ikea coffee table so badly that he created a rift in time and space. He promptly fell through it. After doing this, he fell into The Maelstrom. A storm of time where hundreds and millions and infinite timelines swirl together. Within that storm he experienced every branching path he could have taken. Felt and lived every life of every Ciaran Kane across all dimensions and times and universes. He went absolutely bonkers, totally looney tunes. Then he got stone cold sane. Then a bit nutty. Then OVERLY SANE. And finally, settled on the usual amount of crazy everyone lives with in their life. He'd learned thousands of secrets to the universe, memorized the holes in time and space he could use to travel. And at the END of all that...
He decided to achieve his dream of owning an Irish Pub. Then he unstuck it from time and space so that he could serve drinks and food to EVERYONE. Roman Centurions, Space Pirates, Fae Queens, Vampires, Cyberpunk Criminals, 20th century college kids! If you need help, a place to stay or just someone to hear your story the door to Finnegan's Wake will appear to you and offer you entrance. And if you like it enough to become one of the "regulars" you can always find it.
ANY. Finnegan's wake and Kane can really show up to any universe, any time. Just be aware the absurd nature of the setting.
Name: Halscion Nicknames: Hal, Helm Species: Cori'nak Age: 27 Sexual Preference: Pansexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'9''
Physical Build: Incredibly skinny and lanky
Hair Style: Side braid, long
Hair Color: dark brown
Eye Color: Blue-within-blue
Notable Marks/Features: Silver freckles, tail, digitigrade legs
General Posture: Lounging
Clothing Style: Loose and comfy
Personality Summary: Aloof, relaxed, obsessed with space and piloting, problems with authority
Occupation: Starship Pilot
Good Traits: Relaxed, talented, intelligent, Free-spirited
Negative Traits: Lack of commitment, disdain for authority, overly emotional
Likes: Space, Piloting, Mechanical engineering, astrophysics calculations, food
Dislikes: Cops, bigots, The Man, sexual hang ups
General Biography: Hal is a member of an alien species who lived nomadically for centuries after discovering space travel. Their entire culture has grown to revolve around travel, with their home planet being only visited for religious and family holidays. The Cori'nak species is polyamorous and often pansexual, with large polycule families raising their kids together. Hal was an incredibly bright and hard working student, earning the tattoos that mark him as a master Navigator and Pilot at a very young age.
Then burn out hit. Piloting and navigating became less fun. Until one day in a fit of frustration Halscion took a shuttle from the freighter he was working on and left the crew he was working for in dock. He proceeded to spend a few weeks living in zero gravity and "finding himself." He's since begun working for smugglers and pirates ever since, preferring the concept of freedom to a regular paycheck.
Captain - Hal's boss on the ship. They probably butt heads since he's so anti-authority but that can lead to some real passionate exchanges
Mechanic - They fix the ship, he flies it. A match made in heaven
Pirate - Sometimes when you're boarded, you get foisted off onto a pirate crew as collateral. But a Cori'nak isn't exactly a common sight
► Alien, Spaceship Pilot, Hippie ◆ Science Fiction, Space Opera ◆ Cockpit Sex, Zero-g Sex, Ship Chain of Command, Silk Bondage ◄
Name: Nathanial Gilbert Darcy Nicknames: Nate, Nath, "Mr. Darcy" Species: Post-Mortem Human/ "Junior Angel" Age (apparent): 35 Sexual Preference: Bisexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 5'10'' Physical Build: Scrawny & Skinny Hair Style: Slicked back and Barely Maintained Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Black Notable Marks/Features: Circles and Bags around eyes, briefly able to manifest Wings, Halo and other Angelic Identifiers General Posture: Slumped, Tired Clothing Style: Suit & Trench Coat
General Biography:
As Below, So Above. Turns out that with the increasing complexity of human ethics, morals and the nuances of modern culture, the afterlife isn't what it used to be! More and More often, the dead are judged as too good for the pits of hell BUT not good enough for Heaven. And So Limbo has expanded! Now it turns out the afterlife is just like REGULAR life! Finding an apartment, paying rent, working a job, living your unlife. Even here the daily grind continues. With so many human nuances the Angels and Demons needed human agents to help them process the vast number of souls flooding into the afterlife every day!
Enter the Junior Angel/Junior Demon programs! By dedicating your afterlife to helping the great machine you can work your way to heaven! Or fail your way to hell. Promotions work your way up Jacob's Ladder all the way to the Pearly gates!
See Nathanial Darcy. In life a mild mannered book shop owner. In death, one of the most overworked Junior Angels in Heaven. Darcy's problem is that he's sweet, he's kind. He's kind of a pushover. And he's also So. SO unlucky. There's rarely an easy case that gets handed to him. Now he's sorting through the ghosts, wraiths and specters one case at a time.
Darcy x Ghost - A ghost who doesn't want to leave Earth yet has to figure out their unfinished business before Darcy can help process them to the next life. The Junior Angel is more than willing to help. But man is the paperwork going to be a nightmare. Darcy x Junior Demon - For every Junior Angel doing good is a Junior Demon causing chaos. These agents of Hell are humans who cause problems to ensure they have the best spot in the infernal Lower Sections of Limbo. When both are assigned to the same case, they'll be seeing a lot of each other. Darcy x Junior Angel - Maybe they're a newbie he has to hire, maybe they're his boss, maybe they're a friend or rival. This is someone also part of the Junior Angel program. Either here to help, hinder or heckle Darcy as he continues his attempts at work. Darcy x Angel/Demon - These entities are eternal, powerful and a little terrifying to work with. What they want with one single Junior Angel is up to you! Darcy x Witch/Warlock - Magick is a tricky business. Sometimes your attempts to summon an Angel or Demon accidentally gets you one of their subordinates. And when the one you summon is a cranky, overworked Junior Angel whose entire timetable has been thrown off? Well. tensions could be a bit high.
Name: Ludwig Sebastian Handel-Strauss Nicknames: Ludi, Lu Species: Human Age (apparent): 26 Sexual Preference: Bisexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'4'' Physical Build: Lanky, Decently toned, Sharp elbows Hair Style: Messy Rocker Boy Hair Color: Brown with Blue Bangs Eye Color: Green Notable Marks/Features: Dyed Hair, a few scars on knuckles, Rocky Horror "Lips" Tattoo on collarbone, Sleeve tattoo on right arm General Posture: Skittish Clothing Style: T-shirt, jeans, leather jacket, hoodie
Personality Summary: Serious, Driven, mildly over-organized, anxious, Sullen Occupation: Bassist, Singer, Lyricist, Composer, Couch Surfer, Barista, Restaurant Staff Good Traits: Creative, Driven, Organized, Ambitious, Passionate Negative Traits: Untrusting, Sulking, Kind of a Prick, Unlucky, Moody Likes: Music, Performing, Sleeping, Junk Food, Romance Novels Dislikes: Drugs, Booze, Arguments, "Working for Exposure", Bar Fights, Classical Music
General Biography:
Ludwig Handel-Strauss was born to MASSIVE classical music snobs. His father a conductor and his mother a trained classical violinist. What they wanted was another Beethoven. What HE wanted wasn't something they cared about. Standing Bass, Piano, Guitar, Violin, Whatever instrument they could force onto the young boy they would. and if he dared to speak up about his own wants he found himself a disappointment and an ungrateful child. Then when he was 12, Lu heard his first metal song. "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister. From then on it was all kinds of rebellion. At 14, Lu snuck out of the house to visit what he heard was going to be a live rock show.
What it WAS was a live showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
There he met Berlin and Adora. Two other rebellious kids who'd snuck into the show just like him. They became his first friends.
Lu began learning electric guitar and Bass guitar behind his parent's backs. Then he started sneaking out to play music with Adora and Berlin at Berlin's house. This continued until he turned 18. Where after a massive fight with his parents he packed up his things and ran away from home. Moving in with Adora and Berlin in a crappy apartment. They officially formed the Satanic Mechanics, a local indie rock band. First they made rounds playing Rocky Horror Picture Show Covers. Then slowly they started playing their own personal songs. They even had a pretty nice bit of fame in the local scene with two self-produced albums.
Then things started going to shit. What had started as a partnership between the three was slowly turning one sided. Ludi was left to handle scheduling and set ups and instrument checks. Working himself ragged day and night to set up gigs for the three. It soon became apparent that the other two were perhaps overly enamored with the party side of the scene. Adora's drug use and one night stands and Berlin's drinking problem would compound again and again. Often the concerts ended with Lu fighting angry or handsy fans off the two. Dragging them home to sleep off the hangovers. Still he kept on with this for three reasons. One, he loved music and loved performing. Two, he was hopelessly in love with both of his band mates. Completely head over heels for his two first friends. Third, he honestly believed that both of them were just passionate about the project as him.
Then, from his soft asking to have the others help, there came a small relief. Adora had put in the time and energy to get them a gig. This joy was short lived, as it became clear that Adora had gotten the gig with one of her drug dealers. They were going to perform an entire party set and were only going to get paid in narcotics. The ensuing result was Adora getting taken to the hospital for almost overdosing, Berlin having started a drunken fight with a bunch of meth heads and also heading to the hospital with a broken arm.
Ludwig left the party with a black eye, a missing tooth and knuckles so torn up he'd have scars on them for the rest of his life. Scared witless that he almost lost the two most important people in his life.
When Lu asked the two to slow down and maybe seek rehab, the response he expected was dismissal at worse.
He didn't expect to be called a prude, a loser and get told that he was as up tight as his parents.
The nervous breakdown had been a long time coming. But now he was done.
He told them both he wasn't going to wait around and watch them die like a bunch of idiots, said they could find a new bassist, and grabbed his things and left.
Between living on the streets and couch surfing for a few years, Ludi's managed to get an equilibrium going. Desperately producing song and writing lyrics in his down time while working as many shitty jobs as it takes to make rent. A somewhat broken, definitely broke, man.
Lu x Bandmate - Answering an open ad for a bassist seems like it's kind of desperate, but Lu KNOWS he's desperate. Joining a new band he's a bit closed off but hard working Lu x Producer - A producer in the music industry wanting to get Lu's music out there. Possible workplace power disparity in this pairing Lu x Music Student - If you can't do what you love, teach. Lu's need for cash turns him to setting up a part time job teaching others how to play the instruments he knows. Focusing on Piano, Guitar and Bass. Urban Fantasy Variants - Ludi's life takes a turn when some supernatural entity catches him playing music on the street at night. Open to other ideas and concepts!
► Bassist, Lyricist, Broke Artist ◆ Band Setting, Music Industry, Potential Urban Fantasy ◆ Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll, Supernatural Kinks, Drama ◄🅝🅔🅦
Name: Donovan Glass Nicknames: Glass, The Spook Species: Human Age (apparent): 48 Sexual Preference: Bisexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'2'' Physical Build: Muscular, Built, Well Trained Hair Style: Well Trimmed, semi-messy, Parted to the side Hair Color: Prematurely grey, salt and pepper facial, side and eyebrow hair Eye Color: Very Dark Green Notable Marks/Features: Facial Scars, Triquetra Celtic knot tattoo on left wrist General Posture: Tired slump Clothing Style: Three piece suits or casual sweaters
Personality Summary: Tired, Quiet, Socially Awkward. When within the criminal underworld he is confident, vicious and willful Occupation: Florist, Bonsai Retailer Retired Hitman Good Traits: Patient, Skilled, Intelligent, Witty, Perceptive, Surprisingly Kind Negative Traits: Capable of Violence, Merciless, Wrathful, Unsure how to act around "normal" people Likes: Plants, Greenery, Soft Music, Good Food, Whiskey Dislikes: Blood, Nightmares, Cocky Criminals, His Scars
General Biography: Born <Redacted> in <Classified>, Ireland. Glass started life as an orphan within the system. Though many twists and turns in life he ended up working as a Freelancer. Hitmen, Mercenaries and Criminals so skilled they no longer have to answer to a specific criminal organization. Instead becoming insanely well paid to complete high-danger contracts. Glass was one of the best of the best. His name whispered like a ghost story among Mafia, Yakuza and Triad alike. A reputation for brutal efficiency and a level of will power that made him seem almost like an unstoppable machine.
Then he retired.
He'd spent enough time in the life. So he got out. Called in nearly every favor, marker and IOU he had in order to finally rest.
Now adjusting to regular life, Glass finds himself almost adrift in a calm world. Barely sleeping from guilty nightmares and spending his time finally settled down somewhere long enough to make a life out of the only hobby he'd really had. That being the care of plants. But will life really let this sleeping killer rest in peace?
Glass X Stray - They're a stray, a runaway. Someone with no where else to go. Maybe they escaped from an abusive partner or an uncaring family. At the end of the day though, Glass finds them. And offers to take them in. Glass x Scion - Their family is part of "The Business". Mafia Princess? Yakuza Prince? No matter who they are, they're younger and tied to a family Glass once worked for. And now for some reason they're bothering an old, retired man. Glass x Youngblood - Some young punk trying to make a name for themselves in "The Business" has tracked Mr. Glass down. Are they trying to kill him to take his spot as one of the best? Are they trying to have him teach them to be the greatest? Your character, your choice! Glass x Old Flame - Maybe he worked for them once. Maybe they were another Assassin. But someone from his past has come knocking on Glass' door. With the past screeching forward to his present, will Glass be able to keep his peaceful life or get dragged back in? Urban Fantasy Offerings - Any of the above options tweaked to fit or some other option where Glass interacts with the Supernatural. Being a Hitman in a world of vampires, demons and magick becomes an entirely different kind of Business. But Glass has remained human and feared throughout. The Mortal Hunter who haunts the Monster's Nightmares.
► Retired Hitman ◆ Action, Heist, Modern Crime Drama (Think John Wick Vibes), Potential Urban Fantasy ◆ Bondage, Older Man, Dom x Sub, Romance ◄🅝🅔🅦
Name: Ragur ka'Malthea Nicknames: The Wall King, Ragur the Cursed, The Goddess' Child Species: Half-Orc Age (apparent): 40 Sexual Preference: Bisexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'7'' Physical Build: Absolutely ripped in a strong man way. No major definition but incredible muscle mass Hair Style: Spiky, short cut with a small ponytail Hair Color: Pepper & Salt Eye Color: Silver within black Notable Marks/Features: Facial Scar, "Cursed eyes" General Posture: Regal, powerful, strong Clothing Style: Armors, traveling clothes, a crown made of stone
Personality Summary: A dominant, commanding personality. Knows what he likes and lives to the fullest, if a bit selfishly Occupation: Orc King Good Traits: Cares for his people, Powerful, Strong willed, Skilled Warrior, Skilled tactician, Skilled Ruler Negative Traits: Stubborn, Cursed, Forceful Likes: Food, Drink, Music, Pleasure, Exercise Dislikes: Cowards, Thieves, Traitors
General Biography: Ragur was the half-orc son of the Priestess of Malthea, Orcish goddess of love, lust, fertility and homes and an unknown human adventurer. After his birth, his mother married the orcish chief of the Red Wolf tribe. The chief was a devout follow of Parhak, orcish god of conquest and strength. Which was a nice way of saying that the chief was a violent and horrid leader. Ragur watched his people suffer at his stepfather's hands. Until at last he couldn't take it anymore. He, with the other followers of Malthea, staged a coup and took over the Red Wolf tribe. The followers of Parhak cursed the tribe as they left the territory of the tribe. Ragur studied human kingdom building and eventually decided to turn the mountain home of the tribe into a fortress city where all half-orcs, orcs and humans could live in peace. Changing their name to the Stonehome Tribe, the plans to build a long lasting and safe home looked to be turning into a reality. Dwarven masons and earth mages were hired instead of kidnapped, and the peace seemed shaky but desired.
Then the Parhak curse came to pass. That those who fought and gained without giving thanks to the god of Strength would be cursed to wither. Ragur's eyes were turned to black within black and he lost his sight. However, his devotion to Malthea was rewarded. She gave to him eyes that could see, and see the hearts of his people. Knowing their darkest desires. All Malthea asked in return was for him to spread his seed. That more may be born in her name. To keep his weakening curse at bay.
Ragur x Shortstacks - Halflings, Gnomes, Dwarves, Some Elves. They're shorter than him and easy to throw around Ragur x Princess/Prince - An arranged, political marriage. Will this scion be taken by the freedom and passionate orcish culture? Ragur x Femboy - The Curse of Parhak sometimes causes the tribe's young male warriors to be more effeminately built. Though this is perhaps not a bad thing to a champion of lust like Ragur. Ragur x Adventurer - Sent to either slay the upstart king or to supposedly rescue some kidnapped victim only to find themselves staring down a formidable foe Ragur x (Priest)ess/Goddess - Malthea's vessel at the temple. Able to become one with the their holy avatar to speak directly to their favored champion. But does this divine servant and divine power wish only to SPEAK to such a devoted king?
► Cursed & Blessed Orcish King ◆ High Fantasy, Drama ◆ Breeding Kink, Dom x Sub, Older Orc, Size Difference, Monster-man ◄🅝🅔🅦
Name: Seiji Nicknames: Sei, The Red Dragon of Shao Species: Human Age (apparent): 40-ish Sexual Preference: Pansexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'0''
Physical Build: Dad bod, surprisingly muscular underneath Hair Style: Mid-length, Scruffy face Hair Color: Premature white Eye Color: Red Notable Marks/Features: Scar Across bridge of nose and Right eye General Posture: Laid Back, chilled out Clothing Style: Comfortable, loose fitting clothes
Personality Summary: Kind, Experienced, Worldly and Well Traveled (Iroh from A:TLA Vibes) Occupation: Wise Old Mentor Good Traits: Brave, Smart, Patient, Kind Negative Traits: Nosy, Too laid back, Overly protective Likes: Tea, Food, Traveling, Cooking, Teaching, Reading, Games Dislikes: Cruelty, Injustice, Hot-headedness
General Biography: Seiji and his brother Daisuke were inseparable as children. In those days Seiji was the impatient hot head and his brother Daisuke was the level-headed and cool one. They both fervently dedicated themselves to their family, and their family's martial art. As well as the combining fire control that came with it. As they grew older they developed nicknames as the Red and Blue Dragons of Shao. Their days were spent in travel, testing themselves against other fighters and bringing honor and glory to their family line. Then tragedy struck. The brothers' numerous enemies eventually came to collect. And they almost succeeded in their revenge, due to Seiji's impatience.
The battle scarred Seiji's face and took Daisuke's life. In grief, Seiji traveled the world. Trying to run from his guilt and pain. Eventually, in his travels he found peace and forgave himself for his brother's passing. Now he still travels the world, helping others he meets. Doing what good he can. And trying to keep those on a path similar to his younger self from being hurt the way he was.
Seiji x Student - A promising young martial artist catches Seiji's Eye, but is his mentorship all they want? Seiji x Old Flame - Someone from Seiji's past who knew him before his loss findshim changed Seiji X Old Enemy - An enemy from long, now finding the Red Dragon living a life of peaceful travel. Will they accept this change after all their battles? Seiji x Victim - Perhaps their town is over-run by bandits, or they owe money to a terrible noble family. This person needs help, and Seiji is always there to help those in need
► Wise, Retired Martial Artist/Pyromancer ◆ Fantasy, Murim, Wuxia, Last Airbender-style settings, Drama ◆Older Man, Teaching Sex, Romance ◄🅝🅔🅦
Orcs Anonymous - Husky and Tusky!
A Listing of the numerous Orc OCs. Mean, Green Lovin' Machines!
Name: Ragur ka'Malthea Nicknames: The Wall King, Ragur the Cursed, The Goddess' Child Species: Half-Orc Age (apparent): 40 Sexual Preference: Bisexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'7'' Physical Build: Absolutely ripped in a strong man way. No major definition but incredible muscle mass Hair Style: Spiky, short cut with a small ponytail Hair Color: Pepper & Salt Eye Color: Silver within black Notable Marks/Features: Facial Scar, "Cursed eyes" General Posture: Regal, powerful, strong Clothing Style: Armors, traveling clothes, a crown made of stone
Personality Summary: A dominant, commanding personality. Knows what he likes and lives to the fullest, if a bit selfishly Occupation: Orc King Good Traits: Cares for his people, Powerful, Strong willed, Skilled Warrior, Skilled tactician, Skilled Ruler Negative Traits: Stubborn, Cursed, Forceful Likes: Food, Drink, Music, Pleasure, Exercise Dislikes: Cowards, Thieves, Traitors
General Biography: Ragur was the half-orc son of the Priestess of Malthea, Orcish goddess of love, lust, fertility and homes and an unknown human adventurer. After his birth, his mother married the orcish chief of the Red Wolf tribe. The chief was a devout follow of Parhak, orcish god of conquest and strength. Which was a nice way of saying that the chief was a violent and horrid leader. Ragur watched his people suffer at his stepfather's hands. Until at last he couldn't take it anymore. He, with the other followers of Malthea, staged a coup and took over the Red Wolf tribe. The followers of Parhak cursed the tribe as they left the territory of the tribe. Ragur studied human kingdom building and eventually decided to turn the mountain home of the tribe into a fortress city where all half-orcs, orcs and humans could live in peace. Changing their name to the Stonehome Tribe, the plans to build a long lasting and safe home looked to be turning into a reality. Dwarven masons and earth mages were hired instead of kidnapped, and the peace seemed shaky but desired.
Then the Parhak curse came to pass. That those who fought and gained without giving thanks to the god of Strength would be cursed to wither. Ragur's eyes were turned to black within black and he lost his sight. However, his devotion to Malthea was rewarded. She gave to him eyes that could see, and see the hearts of his people. Knowing their darkest desires. All Malthea asked in return was for him to spread his seed. That more may be born in her name. To keep his weakening curse at bay.
Ragur x Shortstacks - Halflings, Gnomes, Dwarves, Some Elves. They're shorter than him and easy to throw around Ragur x Princess/Prince - An arranged, political marriage. Will this scion be taken by the freedom and passionate orcish culture? Ragur x Femboy - The Curse of Parhak sometimes causes the tribe's young male warriors to be more effeminately built. Though this is perhaps not a bad thing to a champion of lust like Ragur. Ragur x Adventurer - Sent to either slay the upstart king or to supposedly rescue some kidnapped victim only to find themselves staring down a formidable foe Ragur x (Priest)ess/Goddess - Malthea's vessel at the temple. Able to become one with the their holy avatar to speak directly to their favored champion. But does this divine servant and divine power wish only to SPEAK to such a devoted king?
► Cursed & Blessed Orcish King ◆ High Fantasy, Drama ◆ Breeding Kink, Dom x Sub, Older Orc, Size Difference, Monster-man ◄🅝🅔🅦
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Name: Donovan Glass Nicknames: Glass, The Spook Species: Human Age (apparent): 48 Sexual Preference: Bisexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'2'' Physical Build: Muscular, Built, Well Trained Hair Style: Well Trimmed, semi-messy, Parted to the side Hair Color: Prematurely grey, salt and pepper facial, side and eyebrow hair Eye Color: Very Dark Green Notable Marks/Features: Facial Scars, Triquetra Celtic knot tattoo on left wrist General Posture: Tired slump Clothing Style: Three piece suits or casual sweaters
Personality Summary: Tired, Quiet, Socially Awkward. When within the criminal underworld he is confident, vicious and willful Occupation: Florist, Bonsai Retailer Retired Hitman Good Traits: Patient, Skilled, Intelligent, Witty, Perceptive, Surprisingly Kind Negative Traits: Capable of Violence, Merciless, Wrathful, Unsure how to act around "normal" people Likes: Plants, Greenery, Soft Music, Good Food, Whiskey Dislikes: Blood, Nightmares, Cocky Criminals, His Scars
General Biography: Born <Redacted> in <Classified>, Ireland. Glass started life as an orphan within the system. Though many twists and turns in life he ended up working as a Freelancer. Hitmen, Mercenaries and Criminals so skilled they no longer have to answer to a specific criminal organization. Instead becoming insanely well paid to complete high-danger contracts. Glass was one of the best of the best. His name whispered like a ghost story among Mafia, Yakuza and Triad alike. A reputation for brutal efficiency and a level of will power that made him seem almost like an unstoppable machine.
Then he retired.
He'd spent enough time in the life. So he got out. Called in nearly every favor, marker and IOU he had in order to finally rest.
Now adjusting to regular life, Glass finds himself almost adrift in a calm world. Barely sleeping from guilty nightmares and spending his time finally settled down somewhere long enough to make a life out of the only hobby he'd really had. That being the care of plants. But will life really let this sleeping killer rest in peace?
Glass X Stray - They're a stray, a runaway. Someone with no where else to go. Maybe they escaped from an abusive partner or an uncaring family. At the end of the day though, Glass finds them. And offers to take them in. Glass x Scion - Their family is part of "The Business". Mafia Princess? Yakuza Prince? No matter who they are, they're younger and tied to a family Glass once worked for. And now for some reason they're bothering an old, retired man. Glass x Youngblood - Some young punk trying to make a name for themselves in "The Business" has tracked Mr. Glass down. Are they trying to kill him to take his spot as one of the best? Are they trying to have him teach them to be the greatest? Your character, your choice! Glass x Old Flame - Maybe he worked for them once. Maybe they were another Assassin. But someone from his past has come knocking on Glass' door. With the past screeching forward to his present, will Glass be able to keep his peaceful life or get dragged back in? Urban Fantasy Offerings - Any of the above options tweaked to fit or some other option where Glass interacts with the Supernatural. Being a Hitman in a world of vampires, demons and magick becomes an entirely different kind of Business. But Glass has remained human and feared throughout. The Mortal Hunter who haunts the Monster's Nightmares.
► Retired Hitman ◆ Action, Heist, Modern Crime Drama (Think John Wick Vibes), Potential Urban Fantasy ◆ Bondage, Older Man, Dom x Sub, Romance ◄🅝🅔🅦
Name: Seiji Nicknames: Sei, The Red Dragon of Shao Species: Human Age (apparent): 40-ish Sexual Preference: Pansexual Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'0''
Physical Build: Dad bod, surprisingly muscular underneath Hair Style: Mid-length, Scruffy face Hair Color: Premature white Eye Color: Red Notable Marks/Features: Scar Across bridge of nose and Right eye General Posture: Laid Back, chilled out Clothing Style: Comfortable, loose fitting clothes
Personality Summary: Kind, Experienced, Worldly and Well Traveled (Iroh from A:TLA Vibes) Occupation: Wise Old Mentor Good Traits: Brave, Smart, Patient, Kind Negative Traits: Nosy, Too laid back, Overly protective Likes: Tea, Food, Traveling, Cooking, Teaching, Reading, Games Dislikes: Cruelty, Injustice, Hot-headedness
General Biography: Seiji and his brother Daisuke were inseparable as children. In those days Seiji was the impatient hot head and his brother Daisuke was the level-headed and cool one. They both fervently dedicated themselves to their family, and their family's martial art. As well as the combining fire control that came with it. As they grew older they developed nicknames as the Red and Blue Dragons of Shao. Their days were spent in travel, testing themselves against other fighters and bringing honor and glory to their family line. Then tragedy struck. The brothers' numerous enemies eventually came to collect. And they almost succeeded in their revenge, due to Seiji's impatience.
The battle scarred Seiji's face and took Daisuke's life. In grief, Seiji traveled the world. Trying to run from his guilt and pain. Eventually, in his travels he found peace and forgave himself for his brother's passing. Now he still travels the world, helping others he meets. Doing what good he can. And trying to keep those on a path similar to his younger self from being hurt the way he was.
Seiji x Student - A promising young martial artist catches Seiji's Eye, but is his mentorship all they want? Seiji x Old Flame - Someone from Seiji's past who knew him before his loss findshim changed Seiji X Old Enemy - An enemy from long, now finding the Red Dragon living a life of peaceful travel. Will they accept this change after all their battles? Seiji x Victim - Perhaps their town is over-run by bandits, or they owe money to a terrible noble family. This person needs help, and Seiji is always there to help those in need
► Wise, Retired Martial Artist/Pyromancer ◆ Fantasy, Murim, Wuxia, Last Airbender-style settings, Drama ◆Older Man, Teaching Sex, Romance ◄🅝🅔🅦
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