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XavrielX
Meteorite
- Joined
- Oct 28, 2023
Plot Cravings!
(18+)(MxF)(FxF)
(I only play as F)
Please note that ALL of my plots are expected to be dark and twisted in one way or another. They will only align with people who are willing to accept morally gray characters. Each plot contains some sense of love/hate or forbidden romance. Despite the heavy drama I personally do not like a story consuming amount of smut. The plot is more important. I do however love the bittersweet feeling of tension building, teasing, and jealousy. Give me all the stages of denial and anger. And of course… plot twists!! The story is yours to mess around with. Please feel free to surprise me with a twist without discussing it out of character.
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I am NOT okay with the following..
-Pedophilia-
-Underage partners-
-Blood related incest-
-Domestic abuse-
-Rape-
-Anything nonconsensual-
-Cannibalism-
-Bathroom play-
-Child abuse-
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Also note that I expect AT LEAST 3 detailed paragraphs per response! AND A response within 72 hrs. Faceclaims and Character sheets required.
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As a writer I can proudly say I am very detail and story oriented. Unfortunately it's been very difficult to find a long term partner with as much interest in connecting with the characters and story as I. I will NOT create a roleplay based on sex. It cannot be the driving motivation in a plot. Without that real build up it's just straight up porn. That may be your forte but it is not mine. Please please please!!! respect my wishes.
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Pairing ideas to further create a plot with since I've been to lazy to write anything out!!
Teacher X student
(College not Highschool)
Stalker
Crime lord ex boyfriend/girlfriend X Ex who broke their heart
Mafia
Boyfriend's dad X Son's girlfriend
Sports star X New nanny
Sports star X Coaches daughter
Princess X Guard
Vampire X Human neighbor
Dragon shifter X Rider
(I have a rough plot for this)
King X Maid
Serial Killer X Fbi agent
Serial Killer X Serial Killer
(Serial killer who kills serial killers)
Feel free to throw your ideas at me message me if something catches your eye.
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Here are two character sheets of mine. You can skim through them to get an idea of the type of women I write… or request them for our story.
(18+)(MxF)(FxF)
(I only play as F)
Please note that ALL of my plots are expected to be dark and twisted in one way or another. They will only align with people who are willing to accept morally gray characters. Each plot contains some sense of love/hate or forbidden romance. Despite the heavy drama I personally do not like a story consuming amount of smut. The plot is more important. I do however love the bittersweet feeling of tension building, teasing, and jealousy. Give me all the stages of denial and anger. And of course… plot twists!! The story is yours to mess around with. Please feel free to surprise me with a twist without discussing it out of character.
_______________
I am NOT okay with the following..
-Pedophilia-
-Underage partners-
-Blood related incest-
-Domestic abuse-
-Rape-
-Anything nonconsensual-
-Cannibalism-
-Bathroom play-
-Child abuse-
_______________
Also note that I expect AT LEAST 3 detailed paragraphs per response! AND A response within 72 hrs. Faceclaims and Character sheets required.
________________________
As a writer I can proudly say I am very detail and story oriented. Unfortunately it's been very difficult to find a long term partner with as much interest in connecting with the characters and story as I. I will NOT create a roleplay based on sex. It cannot be the driving motivation in a plot. Without that real build up it's just straight up porn. That may be your forte but it is not mine. Please please please!!! respect my wishes.
_________________
Pairing ideas to further create a plot with since I've been to lazy to write anything out!!
Teacher X student
(College not Highschool)
Stalker
Crime lord ex boyfriend/girlfriend X Ex who broke their heart
Mafia
Boyfriend's dad X Son's girlfriend
Sports star X New nanny
Sports star X Coaches daughter
Princess X Guard
Vampire X Human neighbor
Dragon shifter X Rider
(I have a rough plot for this)
King X Maid
Serial Killer X Fbi agent
Serial Killer X Serial Killer
(Serial killer who kills serial killers)
Feel free to throw your ideas at me message me if something catches your eye.
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Here are two character sheets of mine. You can skim through them to get an idea of the type of women I write… or request them for our story.
Raine Sinclair
(Daughter of Orion
"the conqueror"
Sinclair, King of Grimhilde)
Most royal girls, from the ripe age of 6, are taught to stitch fabrics together in hopes of one day becoming a wonderful seamstress. They wear big puffy pink dresses and hair ribbons. Maybe even ride pretty mares down summery paths covered top top bottom in flowers.
But not Raine.
At six her papa had her in classes learning about poisons and battle techniques. She wore simple modest dresses and on the occasion trousers made of the prettiest fabrics. The second she was strong enough to wield a weapon she had a sword in her hand, her older brothers guiding her. From there she learned how to throw knives with enough estimated technique and force to hit a target. She practiced and practiced until she never missed.
She'd been tossed onto a big black stallion named Cash for her 12th birthday then tossed right back off over and over again until she learned how to stay on long enough to tame the beast. That day had been one of her favorites. She'd kicked the stallions hide and sent him launching forward into a full canter. They moved so fast the wind made her eyes tear up. It didn't matter. She felt like she was flying.
The next day her legs ached. In response to her complains her brothers poked at her sorest spots, telling her to toughen up when she burst into tears. Her papa had kissed the top of her head and chuckled.
She savored those sounds. When King Orion wasn't home he was off at war, stealing territories left and right. She never spent any time worrying if he would return home. He always did.
At 6'5, King Orion is huge, covered with bulging muscles. As far as kings go he's beloved by his people and feared by those who are not. He has one single weakness. His family.
When Raine was two, her mother had been on her way to visit her childhood home, traveling by carriage. The carriage never reached its destination. Instead, King Orion had tracked it down only to find his Queen strung up on a tree. Dead. Murdered.
From that day forward the realm felt his wrath. Some decided he was mad, power hungry if you will. He stole kingdom after kingdom and killed king after king hoping one might be the responsible for the death of his wife. He swore to teach all of his children how to protect themselves and each other no matter how hard the training might be and no matter how angry they'd grow with him. He'd learned the hard way that he could not always be there to protect them himself. It didn't matter if other kingdoms found his parenting odd. At least he knew his kids were alive and well.
The King took extra precautions with Raine. She was both the youngest and the only girl, withholding so much of her mother in both the shimmer of her auburn hair and slenderness of her figure. The King deemed her his pride and joy and sought to turn her into the deadliest of vipers. What man would fear a woman? She grew from a messy haired fire ball into a striking woman who carries herself with grace and elegance. But beyond that, beyond what any could possibly conclude from a glimpse of her spotless surface… she is just as lethal as her father and brothers. Maybe even more so.
Raines first mission consisted of a false engagement to a lord. There had been rumors of a spy trickling through Grimhilde. Raines job was to find out who and drag them to her brother Declan, the executioner. Her eyes had been set on Lord Vercandile, he was a greedy man and part of the battle committee. There wasn't a strategic book he had not read.
Raine saw the way he shot uneasy glances at her father when mention of a spy had been brought up. So, she'd asked her father to offer her to him as a bride. An alleged token of appreciation.
Like expected, Vercandile had been too distracted by her beauty to notice her witt. He'd let her into his bed despite the crime of bedding a maiden before her wedding day, and the disrespect to the king. It had only taken a careless whisper to convince him, proof she was headed in the right direction. When alone she kissed him hard, not driven by desire or lust, but because of the potion coating her lips. He fell into a drugged sleep, giving her full access to both his bedchambers and connecting office. Under the floorboards below the bed she had found letters from her papas current enemies offering money for information. There were thank you letters, the evidence needed to prove his guilt.
She slipped back into bed with the Lord and the next day he woke with a headache. She claimed they had played drinking games after deciding sex was a horrible idea. He believed her without hesitation. Idiot.
The next day they cut off his head for the whole kingdom to see.
No one but her father and brothers were aware pin pointing the traitor was her doing. The King told his people a maid found the letters and brought them to his feet, weeping for mercy. Begging to not be punished for her masters doing.
From that day forward she became her father fiercest knight. No one dared to suspect their sweet princess of such horrendous trickery. But it worked. Spies became fewer and fewer until they simply… ceased to exist.
Now, she spends her days bored out of her mind, begging her father to let her play a bigger role in his wars. He refused to allow her to leave court and actively brings in suitors, wanting her to live the life of a woman not a knight and certainly not a spy. He wanted her to have a family. Nothing she said or did would change his mind, but she is just as stubborn as he.
Abilities
Basic Information
Name: Raine "Zeya" Sinclair
Nicknames: Rae, Riri
Age: 24
Species: Human (part of a fantasy realm)
Place birth: Grimhilde
Accent: The tone of Grimhilde sounds like very heavy Australian
Current Location: Summer meadow manor in Grimhilde
Occupation: Previously a secret spy/knight for her father, currently spends her time going on big dates just to reject her suitor shortly after.
Appearance
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Auburn
Hair style: Long, most of the time twisted up in complicated styles, She wears modest jeweled head pieces
Build: petite, slim
Height: 5'3
Distinguishing Features: Besides her bold red hair her cheeks are blessed with scattered freckles
Scent: Apples
Style: She often graces the public eye with pretty gowns, all of which complement her fiery hair. When alone in the castle or her manor alike when she was a child she wears trousers.
Accessories always worn: a thin chained golden necklace with a sun pendant hanging just above her chest, it was a gift from her mother
Personality
Attitude: She is very strong spirited and determined. All of her responses are well thought out and calculated, she never accidentally says something she does not mean. Princess Raine is often described to be kindhearted by her people but deep down where no one can venture and live to tell the tale demons haunt her. Her loyalty is entirely to her father and her kingdom. She doesn't let anyone think otherwise.
Emotions: She keeps her emotions buried deep down. Raine uses her head to guide her body rather than her heart and its feelings. Everything is a giant game of chess. One she's mastered.
Morals: Raine strongly believes in family and the power it holds, Her heart resides with those less fortunate than she, She believes strongly in both revenge and justice, To her love is a sickness (with the exception of family)
Wisdom: She is very smart when it comes to strategies, quick thinking, poisons, and herbs. She often reads history books on other kingdoms and other cultures. Her knowledge is extremely well rounded.
Likes: Sword fighting with her brothers, knife throwing, toying with men, putting her wits to the test, cake, horses, reading, mixing different items together to create new potions and poisons, birds, pretty skies, spying on the war council, sneaking around
Dislikes: Being underestimated, snobby women, most men, snakes, bugs, salty foods, meat, the balls she's forced to attend, going on dates with her many suitors, being touched without permission.
Closest Companions
King Orion Sinclair
As Raines father, and the only parent she has left, they are close. She dreads the days when he's off at war. Orion loves Raine with his whole heart and would burn kingdom after kingdom to the ground just to keep her safe. He is tough on her, but only because he doesn't want anything like what happened to his wife to happen to her. The kings biggest dream is to see her married and happy with a family of her own. They often disagree on that subject.
Ryker Sinclair (Age, 34)
Face claim, Julian Ovenden.
Ryker is the heir to his fathers throne and Raines eldest brother. Their relationship is slightly more tense than it is with her other brothers because of the 10 year age difference. When the King was away he took on the fatherly role. Raine did not like to listen. As she is now an adult he actively is pushing his friends to pursue her, wanting to see his baby sister married safely to one of his trusted companions. It's created a lot of tension. Despite the arguments they love each other fiercely and would protect the other with their life.
Declan Sinclair (Age, 30)
Face claim, Matthew Needham
Declan was born four years after Ryker and is the least close to Raine. From a very young age he had been dark and brooding. Their mother, Zeya's death made his walls tougher than ever. He took on the roll of his father executioner with ease. He has troubling looking at his sister to long because she looks so much like their mother. He was cruel to her as a child because of this.
Bane Sinclair (Age, 27)
Face claim, Kit Harington.
Bane and Raine are the closest of all her siblings. He is the General of Grimhildes armies and the best weapon master in arguably all the lands. With a handsome face and sculpted body women naturally flock to him. He plays the roll of the slutty but funny older brother. He taught her how to wield her weapons and fully supports her in whatever decision she makes. He tells her to follow her heart and stop being so uptight all the time. The duo has and would again kill for each other.
Griffen Sinclair (Age, 26)
Face Claim, James Phoon
Griffen is the brother closest to her age, and yet the wisest. He is in charge of the library and under their fathers radar practices sorcery. Raine believes it's a silly practice, but would never dare to tell her sweetest brother such a degrading thing. Her brings new books to her door every week and sometimes stays for hours while they talk about said books, sharing their thoughts and ideas.
Darcy Berlynn (Age, 25)
Face claim, Kate Siegel
Darcy was the child of a kitchen maid Raine often stole pastries with. They were the best of friends for years getting into all sorts of trouble. Darcy's mother had been beaten to death by her husband after trying to protect her daughter from his rage…right in front of her 16 year old eyes. Darcy ran all the way from the village to the castle and hid in Raines rooms for days. She sobbed in her best friends arms night after night. To protect her, Raine convinced the king to behead Darcy's dad under the charge of murder then made her one of her ladies. The two are still inseparable.
Cricket
Cricket is Raines wolf. She discovered the pups little broken body in the chicken coop. The mother had led her babies right into the coop to practice hunting. As the runt of the litter Cricket got jacked up and with slim chances of survival the mother left him. 17 year old Raine and her brother Griffen found him. She took him home and nursed him back to health. She tried to release the shaggy black wolf back into the wild but he'd refused and had stayed fiercely loyal to Raine even when he grew to be as tall as her legs, and as dangerous as a lion. He is almost always at her side.
Raines Face claim- Alina Kovalenko
(Daughter of Orion
"the conqueror"
Sinclair, King of Grimhilde)
Most royal girls, from the ripe age of 6, are taught to stitch fabrics together in hopes of one day becoming a wonderful seamstress. They wear big puffy pink dresses and hair ribbons. Maybe even ride pretty mares down summery paths covered top top bottom in flowers.
But not Raine.
At six her papa had her in classes learning about poisons and battle techniques. She wore simple modest dresses and on the occasion trousers made of the prettiest fabrics. The second she was strong enough to wield a weapon she had a sword in her hand, her older brothers guiding her. From there she learned how to throw knives with enough estimated technique and force to hit a target. She practiced and practiced until she never missed.
She'd been tossed onto a big black stallion named Cash for her 12th birthday then tossed right back off over and over again until she learned how to stay on long enough to tame the beast. That day had been one of her favorites. She'd kicked the stallions hide and sent him launching forward into a full canter. They moved so fast the wind made her eyes tear up. It didn't matter. She felt like she was flying.
The next day her legs ached. In response to her complains her brothers poked at her sorest spots, telling her to toughen up when she burst into tears. Her papa had kissed the top of her head and chuckled.
She savored those sounds. When King Orion wasn't home he was off at war, stealing territories left and right. She never spent any time worrying if he would return home. He always did.
At 6'5, King Orion is huge, covered with bulging muscles. As far as kings go he's beloved by his people and feared by those who are not. He has one single weakness. His family.
When Raine was two, her mother had been on her way to visit her childhood home, traveling by carriage. The carriage never reached its destination. Instead, King Orion had tracked it down only to find his Queen strung up on a tree. Dead. Murdered.
From that day forward the realm felt his wrath. Some decided he was mad, power hungry if you will. He stole kingdom after kingdom and killed king after king hoping one might be the responsible for the death of his wife. He swore to teach all of his children how to protect themselves and each other no matter how hard the training might be and no matter how angry they'd grow with him. He'd learned the hard way that he could not always be there to protect them himself. It didn't matter if other kingdoms found his parenting odd. At least he knew his kids were alive and well.
The King took extra precautions with Raine. She was both the youngest and the only girl, withholding so much of her mother in both the shimmer of her auburn hair and slenderness of her figure. The King deemed her his pride and joy and sought to turn her into the deadliest of vipers. What man would fear a woman? She grew from a messy haired fire ball into a striking woman who carries herself with grace and elegance. But beyond that, beyond what any could possibly conclude from a glimpse of her spotless surface… she is just as lethal as her father and brothers. Maybe even more so.
Raines first mission consisted of a false engagement to a lord. There had been rumors of a spy trickling through Grimhilde. Raines job was to find out who and drag them to her brother Declan, the executioner. Her eyes had been set on Lord Vercandile, he was a greedy man and part of the battle committee. There wasn't a strategic book he had not read.
Raine saw the way he shot uneasy glances at her father when mention of a spy had been brought up. So, she'd asked her father to offer her to him as a bride. An alleged token of appreciation.
Like expected, Vercandile had been too distracted by her beauty to notice her witt. He'd let her into his bed despite the crime of bedding a maiden before her wedding day, and the disrespect to the king. It had only taken a careless whisper to convince him, proof she was headed in the right direction. When alone she kissed him hard, not driven by desire or lust, but because of the potion coating her lips. He fell into a drugged sleep, giving her full access to both his bedchambers and connecting office. Under the floorboards below the bed she had found letters from her papas current enemies offering money for information. There were thank you letters, the evidence needed to prove his guilt.
She slipped back into bed with the Lord and the next day he woke with a headache. She claimed they had played drinking games after deciding sex was a horrible idea. He believed her without hesitation. Idiot.
The next day they cut off his head for the whole kingdom to see.
No one but her father and brothers were aware pin pointing the traitor was her doing. The King told his people a maid found the letters and brought them to his feet, weeping for mercy. Begging to not be punished for her masters doing.
From that day forward she became her father fiercest knight. No one dared to suspect their sweet princess of such horrendous trickery. But it worked. Spies became fewer and fewer until they simply… ceased to exist.
Now, she spends her days bored out of her mind, begging her father to let her play a bigger role in his wars. He refused to allow her to leave court and actively brings in suitors, wanting her to live the life of a woman not a knight and certainly not a spy. He wanted her to have a family. Nothing she said or did would change his mind, but she is just as stubborn as he.
Abilities
- Quick thinking
- Extremely skilled at Potion/Poison making
- Perfect aim (knife throwing)
- Proficient martial artist
- Adept swordswoman
- Acrobatic and fast on her feet
- Intelligent and strategic
- She often uses her strikingly exotic yet naive appearance to lure in her targets
Basic Information
Name: Raine "Zeya" Sinclair
Nicknames: Rae, Riri
Age: 24
Species: Human (part of a fantasy realm)
Place birth: Grimhilde
Accent: The tone of Grimhilde sounds like very heavy Australian
Current Location: Summer meadow manor in Grimhilde
Occupation: Previously a secret spy/knight for her father, currently spends her time going on big dates just to reject her suitor shortly after.
Appearance
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Auburn
Hair style: Long, most of the time twisted up in complicated styles, She wears modest jeweled head pieces
Build: petite, slim
Height: 5'3
Distinguishing Features: Besides her bold red hair her cheeks are blessed with scattered freckles
Scent: Apples
Style: She often graces the public eye with pretty gowns, all of which complement her fiery hair. When alone in the castle or her manor alike when she was a child she wears trousers.
Accessories always worn: a thin chained golden necklace with a sun pendant hanging just above her chest, it was a gift from her mother
Personality
Attitude: She is very strong spirited and determined. All of her responses are well thought out and calculated, she never accidentally says something she does not mean. Princess Raine is often described to be kindhearted by her people but deep down where no one can venture and live to tell the tale demons haunt her. Her loyalty is entirely to her father and her kingdom. She doesn't let anyone think otherwise.
Emotions: She keeps her emotions buried deep down. Raine uses her head to guide her body rather than her heart and its feelings. Everything is a giant game of chess. One she's mastered.
Morals: Raine strongly believes in family and the power it holds, Her heart resides with those less fortunate than she, She believes strongly in both revenge and justice, To her love is a sickness (with the exception of family)
Wisdom: She is very smart when it comes to strategies, quick thinking, poisons, and herbs. She often reads history books on other kingdoms and other cultures. Her knowledge is extremely well rounded.
Likes: Sword fighting with her brothers, knife throwing, toying with men, putting her wits to the test, cake, horses, reading, mixing different items together to create new potions and poisons, birds, pretty skies, spying on the war council, sneaking around
Dislikes: Being underestimated, snobby women, most men, snakes, bugs, salty foods, meat, the balls she's forced to attend, going on dates with her many suitors, being touched without permission.
Closest Companions
King Orion Sinclair
As Raines father, and the only parent she has left, they are close. She dreads the days when he's off at war. Orion loves Raine with his whole heart and would burn kingdom after kingdom to the ground just to keep her safe. He is tough on her, but only because he doesn't want anything like what happened to his wife to happen to her. The kings biggest dream is to see her married and happy with a family of her own. They often disagree on that subject.
Ryker Sinclair (Age, 34)
Face claim, Julian Ovenden.
Ryker is the heir to his fathers throne and Raines eldest brother. Their relationship is slightly more tense than it is with her other brothers because of the 10 year age difference. When the King was away he took on the fatherly role. Raine did not like to listen. As she is now an adult he actively is pushing his friends to pursue her, wanting to see his baby sister married safely to one of his trusted companions. It's created a lot of tension. Despite the arguments they love each other fiercely and would protect the other with their life.
Declan Sinclair (Age, 30)
Face claim, Matthew Needham
Declan was born four years after Ryker and is the least close to Raine. From a very young age he had been dark and brooding. Their mother, Zeya's death made his walls tougher than ever. He took on the roll of his father executioner with ease. He has troubling looking at his sister to long because she looks so much like their mother. He was cruel to her as a child because of this.
Bane Sinclair (Age, 27)
Face claim, Kit Harington.
Bane and Raine are the closest of all her siblings. He is the General of Grimhildes armies and the best weapon master in arguably all the lands. With a handsome face and sculpted body women naturally flock to him. He plays the roll of the slutty but funny older brother. He taught her how to wield her weapons and fully supports her in whatever decision she makes. He tells her to follow her heart and stop being so uptight all the time. The duo has and would again kill for each other.
Griffen Sinclair (Age, 26)
Face Claim, James Phoon
Griffen is the brother closest to her age, and yet the wisest. He is in charge of the library and under their fathers radar practices sorcery. Raine believes it's a silly practice, but would never dare to tell her sweetest brother such a degrading thing. Her brings new books to her door every week and sometimes stays for hours while they talk about said books, sharing their thoughts and ideas.
Darcy Berlynn (Age, 25)
Face claim, Kate Siegel
Darcy was the child of a kitchen maid Raine often stole pastries with. They were the best of friends for years getting into all sorts of trouble. Darcy's mother had been beaten to death by her husband after trying to protect her daughter from his rage…right in front of her 16 year old eyes. Darcy ran all the way from the village to the castle and hid in Raines rooms for days. She sobbed in her best friends arms night after night. To protect her, Raine convinced the king to behead Darcy's dad under the charge of murder then made her one of her ladies. The two are still inseparable.
Cricket
Cricket is Raines wolf. She discovered the pups little broken body in the chicken coop. The mother had led her babies right into the coop to practice hunting. As the runt of the litter Cricket got jacked up and with slim chances of survival the mother left him. 17 year old Raine and her brother Griffen found him. She took him home and nursed him back to health. She tried to release the shaggy black wolf back into the wild but he'd refused and had stayed fiercely loyal to Raine even when he grew to be as tall as her legs, and as dangerous as a lion. He is almost always at her side.
Raines Face claim- Alina Kovalenko
Tilila Vasilios
(Till-lee-lah)
Former, Freyja Norse
goddess of Spring, love
fertility, beauty, sex,
gold and magic
Power. The very thing every living being fights for, kills for, lies for, loves for. Ultimately it is a cancer. It makes even the strongest of beings vulnerable once given a mere lick. Those who have it care not for the emotions of others, they may not realize it but they become a useless shell never capable of reaching their full potential . Never fully reaching the masses of true happiness. How can you be a genuine person without being powerless? Without knowing pain?
Power is a sickness and Tilila it's victim.
Once, long ago she had a different name. A name that held so much power humans bent to the knee and sent prayers her way. She sometimes wondered if things would be different had she answered her followers and played her roll as a Goddess better instead of meaningless activities like collecting cats and toying with dwarves for pretty necklaces. Her precious Brísingamen had cost her four nights with four dwarves. Four nights that could have been used on meaningful things.
Her time as Freyja was not entirely a frolic. She often blessed the Norse people with slivers of prophecies that danced her dreams. When that got tiring she went as far as to teach her lover King Odin the skill. Not to mention ruling over Folkvangar, giving her chosen warriors slain in battle a peaceful afterlife. Oh how she missed the sweet floral scent of her meadow and the sounds of her warriors laughter. She often wondered if it had fallen with her.
Around the 10th century a tremor struck Asgard. Odin became ill and Freyja haunted with nightmares of Asgards end. It wasn't until it was far too late and the first God Hodr falls that the others realize they were all meant to face the same fate in result of lack of worship and belief. There were too many actively growing religions and too little Vikings. One by one the Gods trickled off falling all over the 10 realms. When Freyjas time came mid 12th century she had been exactly where she wanted to be… In her twin brother Freyrs embrace, surrounded by her warriors and cats. She wept tears of gold, fearful of the unknown. Fearful of never seeing her brother or her people again.
She'd expected death, but Gods cannot truly die. History could not just disappear so neither would she.
She was reborn in the body of a human. Though seemingly mortal she was not. She could not die of old age, and should she die under other circumstances… she'd simply be reborn once more.
Tilila Vasilios her human parents called her, and her twin Talos. Greeks. The universes mockery was present, yet easily forgiven when it began to give back her memory's and bits of her power. She aged up to her mid 20s, her willowy human body a lesser image of her Godly form, but beautiful nonetheless with long blonde hair and seductive blue eyes.
For a millennium she and her brother adapted, finding solace in places like Norway and Denmark where the roots of belief gifted them with a peaceful life. Still, as each generation grew old and died around her the familiar achey pain began to haunt her. The loss of power started to physically hurt. Her brother, had been taken in by his people, the elves, in their realm. They named him their king. He found his place, but she didn't truly belong anywhere.
So she set off on her own, traveling Midgard.
During her time in Nepal, when treading through the thick trees of an evergreen forest, ripe from the passing of spring, she discovers one of the small pieces she had been missing.
An injured Bengal Tiger.
Her travel companions took one look at the poor creature and ran with terror, but not Tilila. She'd spoken to the tiger, coaxing down her fear with the magical tone held in her melodic voice for hours. Eventually the stubborn feline grew to trust her, allowing her to come close enough to tend to the bite on her hip. With one hand on the tigresses belly she knew right away she was pregnant, and would soon welcome two babies into the world.
So she stayed, until the time came. Tending to the tigress they came to an understanding. When the cubs are born and their mother passes on, she takes the babies into her arms. Right away she knows who they are. Her precious Bygul and Trjegul, the large cats that had been a gift from Thor, reborn.
And so she set off, traveling with her new companions until she discovers Paris, the city of love. The city was pulsing with lust, love, and magic. It felt like home. That ache in her stomach settled instantly with the realization.
She found her second solace in the busy touristy streets where she was given the stage name of Madame Lila. Her ability to see glimpses of someone's future was not what it was during her time as a Goddess but was strong enough to give out readings. They were never false, so for years and years on her business booms. No one ever left an eye on her long enough to notice she was the same Madame Lila from a hundred years ago, with the same massive tigers at her hip. It was the perfect disguise.
Alike her brother, she'd finally found her peace.
Abilities
Magical abilities:
(Do note that none of these abilities are what they once were when she was Freyja. However. Even in her lesser form magic bends to her will coming as easy as breathing.)
Magical arts of divination (Tarot-card reading, rune casting, tea-leaf reading, automatic writing, and water scrying)
Basic Information
Name: Tilila "Marie" Vasilios
Nicknames: Tilly, Tils, Lila, Lili
Species: Fallen Norse Goddess
Place of rebirth: Greece
Accent: Throughout her time touring the human realm she picked up many different tones, but her Norse accent remains dominant.
Current Location: Paris, France
Occupation: Fortune teller (Madame Lila)
Appearance
Eye color: Sky blue
Face shape: heart, with well defined features
Hair color: Blonde
Hair style: Long
Build: Willowy
Height: 5'6
Distinguishing Features: Freckles across her nose and cheeks, slightly pointed ears
Skin: Pale during the winter, toned during the summer, flawless
Scent: She often smells like citrus fruits, or the shae butter scented scrubs she fills her shower with. To some she even smells like springs.
Style: Flowy dresses, skimpy shirts with skirts, heeled shoes, necklaces and jewels decorating her neck, ears and hands.
Colors: She only wears her sacred colors; yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue.
Accessories always worn: A remaking of her necklace Brísingamen as a ring on her right ring finger.
Personality
Attitude: She is often sarcastic, and hardly takes much seriously. If there were a knife to her throat she'd probably complain about how unsanitary it must be and demand the wielder wash it, or ask them to move her precious jewels out of the blades way. She can talk her way out of pretty much anything.
Emotions: She doesn't shy away and is always open to voice how she feels. Her love is a prized emotion that few have the honor of receiving.
Morals: She strongly believes that kindness, when given to those who have never felt of a touch of it makes a being unstoppable, She understands that sometimes violence must be condoned to get a proper result, Alike the majority of the Norse she believes the most honorable way to perish is during battle fighting for what you believe in.
Wisdom: Being millenniums old she withholds a lot of knowledge, though some may have been forgotten with the loss of her Godhood, both street and book smart, she knows exactly who she is.
Likes: Cats, Chocolate, Jewels, Expensive possessions, Romance Movies, Young Love, Parties, Entertaining, Pigs, Beauty Products, Pretty Men and Women, Shopping
Dislikes: Dogs, Anything scary, Serious and uptight situations, Her ex husband, boredom, being threatened, the thought of cutting her hair short, Apples, the scent of cinnamon, lip fillers
Closest Companions
Bygul and Trjegul
Originally gifts from the God Thor the two large male cats pulled her chariot. Once she fell she lost both animals, but soon reunited with the pair after rescuing their tigress mother during an expedition in Nepal. They were reborn as bengal tigers and remain immortal at her side. The big cats are often used to scare off enemies and are very protective.
Talos Vasilios
Formerly Freyr God of kingship, fertility, peace, prosperity, fair weather, and good harvest, he is Tililas twin brother. He currently resides in Alfheim, as king of the elves. His sister is the other half of his soul and he'd do anything for her the way she would him. He often pops up in her bar at the most random of times to check in on her or bring gifts from his realm.
Gabriel Crest
Formerly Odin the God of war and of the dead, king of all Gods. He roams the 10 realms, seeking out all the fallen Gods determined to find a way to return every severed piece back together so they can one day ascend back to Asgard. In the human realm Gabriel is known amongst all the Norse monarchies. Some truly believe he is Odin reborn while others mock him. Either way he is very rich and even more powerful with all monarchies in the palm of his hands. He discovered Tilila and her brother when they lived in Norway. Even now he deeply loves her some might say more than his own wife. She had once been his concubine, but now she is one of his closest friends.
Hylla and Gemma Loraine
Former seduction Goddesses, Hnoss and Gersemi. The twins were born the daughters of Freyja and her husband Odr. Like their mother they were reborn twins. The pair has danced riskily through history drawing in both men and women with their beauty. They have been Queens, Princesses, Actresses, and Mistresses. In their most recent life they are Hylla and Gemma, models and social media sensations. When not popping up at random events they stay in Tililas cozy estate. Despite being their true mother, the three have a bond much closer to best friends.
Enemies
(She has made many enemies over the course of her long life, these are only the ones who are an active struggle.)
Reed Emyries
Formerly Odr, God of Passion and Fury. He was Freyjas husband. It was no secret that she did not love him and often fell victim to his abusive tendencies because of it. You could not be married to the God of furry and not feel his wrath, but karma struck him fast enough. He had been reborn as an oversized, ugly dwarf in Nidavellir. Because of Freyjas fascination with the creatures he assumed it was all her doing and planned to one day find Tilila and make her his prisoner. He'd nearly succeeded once when he captured one of her tigers and planned to bargain him for her life. Gabriel came to her rescue and got Reed imprisoned, banned from ever leaving the dwarf realm again.
Natalia Crest
Former Frigg, Goddess of Marriage and Motherhood. Wife of Odin. After being reborn Natalia sook out Gabriel and they very quickly wed. Still envious with the way her husbands eyes always seemed to end up on Tilila despite the fact she and Gabriel no longer shared a bed, Natalia throws blocks in Tilila's path whenever she can. Her hate is vicious.
Mr. (Jay) Hansen
Jay Hansen is the owner of the flower shop that neighbors the Tigers Den, the bar that she owns and uses to hold her fortune tellings. It was a huge tourist attraction. He quite clearly saw that she did not age having been around for 40 years of her residency, but whenever he spoke of it to his customers or anyone else they would laugh in his face. Besides that Bygul and Trjegul loved to mess around in his flower beds and scare away his customers. At least once every three months he manages to get animal control or law enforcement to investigate her. She simply sweet talks and charms her way out of it. The old man would see them walk away in a daze and scream from the poach that he was a witch. Tilila finds him rather amusing.
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Face claim -> Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
(Till-lee-lah)
Former, Freyja Norse
goddess of Spring, love
fertility, beauty, sex,
gold and magic
Power. The very thing every living being fights for, kills for, lies for, loves for. Ultimately it is a cancer. It makes even the strongest of beings vulnerable once given a mere lick. Those who have it care not for the emotions of others, they may not realize it but they become a useless shell never capable of reaching their full potential . Never fully reaching the masses of true happiness. How can you be a genuine person without being powerless? Without knowing pain?
Power is a sickness and Tilila it's victim.
Once, long ago she had a different name. A name that held so much power humans bent to the knee and sent prayers her way. She sometimes wondered if things would be different had she answered her followers and played her roll as a Goddess better instead of meaningless activities like collecting cats and toying with dwarves for pretty necklaces. Her precious Brísingamen had cost her four nights with four dwarves. Four nights that could have been used on meaningful things.
Her time as Freyja was not entirely a frolic. She often blessed the Norse people with slivers of prophecies that danced her dreams. When that got tiring she went as far as to teach her lover King Odin the skill. Not to mention ruling over Folkvangar, giving her chosen warriors slain in battle a peaceful afterlife. Oh how she missed the sweet floral scent of her meadow and the sounds of her warriors laughter. She often wondered if it had fallen with her.
Around the 10th century a tremor struck Asgard. Odin became ill and Freyja haunted with nightmares of Asgards end. It wasn't until it was far too late and the first God Hodr falls that the others realize they were all meant to face the same fate in result of lack of worship and belief. There were too many actively growing religions and too little Vikings. One by one the Gods trickled off falling all over the 10 realms. When Freyjas time came mid 12th century she had been exactly where she wanted to be… In her twin brother Freyrs embrace, surrounded by her warriors and cats. She wept tears of gold, fearful of the unknown. Fearful of never seeing her brother or her people again.
She'd expected death, but Gods cannot truly die. History could not just disappear so neither would she.
She was reborn in the body of a human. Though seemingly mortal she was not. She could not die of old age, and should she die under other circumstances… she'd simply be reborn once more.
Tilila Vasilios her human parents called her, and her twin Talos. Greeks. The universes mockery was present, yet easily forgiven when it began to give back her memory's and bits of her power. She aged up to her mid 20s, her willowy human body a lesser image of her Godly form, but beautiful nonetheless with long blonde hair and seductive blue eyes.
For a millennium she and her brother adapted, finding solace in places like Norway and Denmark where the roots of belief gifted them with a peaceful life. Still, as each generation grew old and died around her the familiar achey pain began to haunt her. The loss of power started to physically hurt. Her brother, had been taken in by his people, the elves, in their realm. They named him their king. He found his place, but she didn't truly belong anywhere.
So she set off on her own, traveling Midgard.
During her time in Nepal, when treading through the thick trees of an evergreen forest, ripe from the passing of spring, she discovers one of the small pieces she had been missing.
An injured Bengal Tiger.
Her travel companions took one look at the poor creature and ran with terror, but not Tilila. She'd spoken to the tiger, coaxing down her fear with the magical tone held in her melodic voice for hours. Eventually the stubborn feline grew to trust her, allowing her to come close enough to tend to the bite on her hip. With one hand on the tigresses belly she knew right away she was pregnant, and would soon welcome two babies into the world.
So she stayed, until the time came. Tending to the tigress they came to an understanding. When the cubs are born and their mother passes on, she takes the babies into her arms. Right away she knows who they are. Her precious Bygul and Trjegul, the large cats that had been a gift from Thor, reborn.
And so she set off, traveling with her new companions until she discovers Paris, the city of love. The city was pulsing with lust, love, and magic. It felt like home. That ache in her stomach settled instantly with the realization.
She found her second solace in the busy touristy streets where she was given the stage name of Madame Lila. Her ability to see glimpses of someone's future was not what it was during her time as a Goddess but was strong enough to give out readings. They were never false, so for years and years on her business booms. No one ever left an eye on her long enough to notice she was the same Madame Lila from a hundred years ago, with the same massive tigers at her hip. It was the perfect disguise.
Alike her brother, she'd finally found her peace.
Abilities
- As the Norse Goddess Freyja instead of tears she cried droplets of gold. As Tilila her tears have slight healing properties and are said to sparkle with flecks of gold, the lesser of what they had been.
- Resistant to human disease and illness.
- Superhuman strength, endurance and durability.
- Can speak all languages of the ten realms
- Being the former goddess of the honored dead, she can sense a warriors spirit.
Magical abilities:
(Do note that none of these abilities are what they once were when she was Freyja. However. Even in her lesser form magic bends to her will coming as easy as breathing.)
Magical arts of divination (Tarot-card reading, rune casting, tea-leaf reading, automatic writing, and water scrying)
- She seems glimpses of the future, but in her lesser form comprehending them is almost impossible.
- Amokinesis, (control and divine authority over the emotions of love and desire.)
- Telekinesis, (she can move lighter objects no heavier than 20 lbs with her mind.)
Basic Information
Name: Tilila "Marie" Vasilios
Nicknames: Tilly, Tils, Lila, Lili
Species: Fallen Norse Goddess
Place of rebirth: Greece
Accent: Throughout her time touring the human realm she picked up many different tones, but her Norse accent remains dominant.
Current Location: Paris, France
Occupation: Fortune teller (Madame Lila)
Appearance
Eye color: Sky blue
Face shape: heart, with well defined features
Hair color: Blonde
Hair style: Long
Build: Willowy
Height: 5'6
Distinguishing Features: Freckles across her nose and cheeks, slightly pointed ears
Skin: Pale during the winter, toned during the summer, flawless
Scent: She often smells like citrus fruits, or the shae butter scented scrubs she fills her shower with. To some she even smells like springs.
Style: Flowy dresses, skimpy shirts with skirts, heeled shoes, necklaces and jewels decorating her neck, ears and hands.
Colors: She only wears her sacred colors; yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue.
Accessories always worn: A remaking of her necklace Brísingamen as a ring on her right ring finger.
Personality
Attitude: She is often sarcastic, and hardly takes much seriously. If there were a knife to her throat she'd probably complain about how unsanitary it must be and demand the wielder wash it, or ask them to move her precious jewels out of the blades way. She can talk her way out of pretty much anything.
Emotions: She doesn't shy away and is always open to voice how she feels. Her love is a prized emotion that few have the honor of receiving.
Morals: She strongly believes that kindness, when given to those who have never felt of a touch of it makes a being unstoppable, She understands that sometimes violence must be condoned to get a proper result, Alike the majority of the Norse she believes the most honorable way to perish is during battle fighting for what you believe in.
Wisdom: Being millenniums old she withholds a lot of knowledge, though some may have been forgotten with the loss of her Godhood, both street and book smart, she knows exactly who she is.
Likes: Cats, Chocolate, Jewels, Expensive possessions, Romance Movies, Young Love, Parties, Entertaining, Pigs, Beauty Products, Pretty Men and Women, Shopping
Dislikes: Dogs, Anything scary, Serious and uptight situations, Her ex husband, boredom, being threatened, the thought of cutting her hair short, Apples, the scent of cinnamon, lip fillers
Closest Companions
Bygul and Trjegul
Originally gifts from the God Thor the two large male cats pulled her chariot. Once she fell she lost both animals, but soon reunited with the pair after rescuing their tigress mother during an expedition in Nepal. They were reborn as bengal tigers and remain immortal at her side. The big cats are often used to scare off enemies and are very protective.
Talos Vasilios
Formerly Freyr God of kingship, fertility, peace, prosperity, fair weather, and good harvest, he is Tililas twin brother. He currently resides in Alfheim, as king of the elves. His sister is the other half of his soul and he'd do anything for her the way she would him. He often pops up in her bar at the most random of times to check in on her or bring gifts from his realm.
Gabriel Crest
Formerly Odin the God of war and of the dead, king of all Gods. He roams the 10 realms, seeking out all the fallen Gods determined to find a way to return every severed piece back together so they can one day ascend back to Asgard. In the human realm Gabriel is known amongst all the Norse monarchies. Some truly believe he is Odin reborn while others mock him. Either way he is very rich and even more powerful with all monarchies in the palm of his hands. He discovered Tilila and her brother when they lived in Norway. Even now he deeply loves her some might say more than his own wife. She had once been his concubine, but now she is one of his closest friends.
Hylla and Gemma Loraine
Former seduction Goddesses, Hnoss and Gersemi. The twins were born the daughters of Freyja and her husband Odr. Like their mother they were reborn twins. The pair has danced riskily through history drawing in both men and women with their beauty. They have been Queens, Princesses, Actresses, and Mistresses. In their most recent life they are Hylla and Gemma, models and social media sensations. When not popping up at random events they stay in Tililas cozy estate. Despite being their true mother, the three have a bond much closer to best friends.
Enemies
(She has made many enemies over the course of her long life, these are only the ones who are an active struggle.)
Reed Emyries
Formerly Odr, God of Passion and Fury. He was Freyjas husband. It was no secret that she did not love him and often fell victim to his abusive tendencies because of it. You could not be married to the God of furry and not feel his wrath, but karma struck him fast enough. He had been reborn as an oversized, ugly dwarf in Nidavellir. Because of Freyjas fascination with the creatures he assumed it was all her doing and planned to one day find Tilila and make her his prisoner. He'd nearly succeeded once when he captured one of her tigers and planned to bargain him for her life. Gabriel came to her rescue and got Reed imprisoned, banned from ever leaving the dwarf realm again.
Natalia Crest
Former Frigg, Goddess of Marriage and Motherhood. Wife of Odin. After being reborn Natalia sook out Gabriel and they very quickly wed. Still envious with the way her husbands eyes always seemed to end up on Tilila despite the fact she and Gabriel no longer shared a bed, Natalia throws blocks in Tilila's path whenever she can. Her hate is vicious.
Mr. (Jay) Hansen
Jay Hansen is the owner of the flower shop that neighbors the Tigers Den, the bar that she owns and uses to hold her fortune tellings. It was a huge tourist attraction. He quite clearly saw that she did not age having been around for 40 years of her residency, but whenever he spoke of it to his customers or anyone else they would laugh in his face. Besides that Bygul and Trjegul loved to mess around in his flower beds and scare away his customers. At least once every three months he manages to get animal control or law enforcement to investigate her. She simply sweet talks and charms her way out of it. The old man would see them walk away in a daze and scream from the poach that he was a witch. Tilila finds him rather amusing.
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Face claim -> Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
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