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GoneToMarz
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- Jun 22, 2023
Since the late departure from Stephen, the Sex Bob-ombs found themselves adrift in uncharted waters as a totally new beginning had came. 27 y.o Darren, now thrust into the role of de facto leader had induced the most stress as no help from his old friend only slowed progress. Carrying the weight of responsibility that came with steering the band through this tumultuous transition. It was a daunting task, in a scene such as Toronto's, you had to be insane about success so much that you're entire house is no longer yours- it was musics.
One of the first decisions Darren made was to relocate their practice sessions from Still's house to his own "humble abode", when it really wasn't "humble" at all, the atmosphere that of a messy teenagers room. Nestled in a neighborhood characterized by its steep inclines and winding streets-
Perched atop a hilly neighborhood, it offered panoramic views of the sprawling Toronto skyline, a breathtaking vista that served as both inspiration and distraction during their late-night jam sessions.
But while the view was undeniably impressive, the journey to Darren's home was anything but convenient. The steep road leading up to his house was a treacherous climb, particularly for those lugging heavy equipment, nobody dared to pay him a visit due to this, and he honestly preferred it that way.
The transition, however, was not without its hiccups. Darren's home, once a cozy man cave now resembled a warzone of musical equipment and tangled cables. His bedroom, transformed into a makeshift recording studio, bore the brunt of the chaos, with mic stands jostling for space alongside piles of discarded lyric sheets and half-empty coffee cups. The air was thick with the heady scent of creativity, mingling with the stale aroma of takeout containers and unwashed laundry.
Darren's sleep, too, suffered in the wake of their newfound intensity. With his bedroom doubling as both living quarters and recording space, there was little reprieve from the constant hum of activity. Nights were spent hunched over his laptop, tinkering with drum beats and bass lines until the early hours of the morning, the soft glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his exhausted face.
Meals became an afterthought, replaced by hastily consumed frozen dinners and coffee brewed in a perpetually stained mug. Darren's diet consisted mainly of caffeine and convenience, with little regard for nutrition or sustenance. The occasional indulgence in free donuts from in-app reward systems served as a relief, therapy from the sad excuse that was his culinary life, a small but welcome gesture in the exhausting life that was being a producer, faced with the fact that the band could either succeed or fail. Failure was absolutely not an option- it showed.
Despite his best efforts to maintain a semblance of normalcy, Darren's facade began to crack under the weight of his responsibilities. He became a shadow of his former self, his once boundless energy waning with each passing day. Yet, amidst the chaos and exhaustion, there was one constant source of "solace": Kim.
**LF FEMALE SUBS**
INCLUDES: Drugging, prostitution, mind manipulation, abuse, noncon/dubcon, and degradation.
Serious roleplayers only:
I don't take ai generated responses, if they are I will drop the rp immediately.
Consistency in replies are key, if theres a high chance you will disappear during our discussion- or if you find yourself unable to pump out replies at least 4-5x a week then we aren't compatible.
Scenario
I was thinking of something along the lines of my OC (Darren, would be current partner of Kim Pine) taking lead of the Sex Bob-ombs since a nasty disagreement between them and Stephen, turning everything upside down as the demands and attention of being lead vocalist was more of a mental battle than expected, the relationship turns sour as abuse begins to become more and more evident.
Using her only for her body to push opportunities from music executives (maybe?)
- Everything (oc backstory, rp events, kinks/lims) will be discussed in DM's, if you're confident in playing an accurate Kim pine, please consider. ^^
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*Darren Cross*
*27*
*6ft/182.2 CM*
*Jet black hair*
*Brown eyes*
*Straight*
Darren's arrival in Canada at the age of 19 was shrouded in mystery, almost like a total enigma, unsolved. His past, like a foggy memory, having never really revealed *what* or *where* he came from. He found it quite funny to leave those around him curious but ultimately clueless about his origins. With no discernible trail leading back to his previous life, only theories were constructed about the curious musician. Darren simply emerged as a silent observer in Toronto's bustling music scene, his presence intriguing, but tolerable- as Stephen would tell the band.
In the neon-lit atmosphere of the local karaoke joints, where the air was thick with ambition and dreams- weed and the occasional amount of drugs left on the floor, if you were lucky... a fresh pack of cigars, silent prayers that Darren would tell himself from way back when he drowned his sorrows through indulging in a hobby so frowned upon- smoking.
Unexpectedly, Darren and Stephen forged an unlikely bond, their divergent personalities and contrasting perspectives blending together in a symphony of collaboration and creativity. Little did they know, their chance encounters at the karaoke spots would serve as the catalyst for something far greater than either of them could have ever imagined.
To Darren, Stephen's dreams seemed nothing more than a stupid and ballsy fantasy, destined to evaporate like mist in the morning sun. Darren's skepticism, however, was met with Stephen's unwavering determination, a determination that bordered on obsession.
"You're crazy. Nobody starts a band anymore-"
"No no... the *sex*, bob-ombs."
2 years were all Stephen needed to gather some locals because before they knew it, the Sex Bob-ombs burst onto the scene, a cacophony of sound and fury that would shake the very foundations of Toronto's music scene. Darren, ever the skeptic turned believer, found himself at the heart of the action, his fingerprints smeared across the band's nascent identity.
Initially relegated to the role of producer, Darren's transition to drummer was a natural progression, a seamless evolution of his talents and ambitions. But his time behind the kit was short-lived, cut short by the arrival of Kim Pine, whose raw talent and untapped potential threatened to eclipse Darren's own contributions to the band.
Rather than cling to his position however, Darren made the selfless decision to step aside, recognizing Kim's evident ambitions to become a part of something were far larger than his, often seeing his younger self in her. Offering his guidance and mentorship instead. Their relationship, forged at first through music, soon blossomed into something more, more than mere friendship, evolving into deep and profound romance.
Darren's persona was harsh mix of everything that a band needed, a loveable balance of cockiness and introversion, charisma and reserve. Onstage, he anticipated to take part, bringing out the energy of a true showman, a whirlwind of excitement that electrified audiences and left them clamoring for more. But behind the curtain, he was a different man altogether – quiet, introspective, with even more mystery that nobody- not even Kim could truly comprehend.
Despite his relationship with Kim, Darren would quickly form a unique friendship with Scott, though having had history with Kim, Darren, ever the peacemaker, served as a bridge between the two, his thick skin and easygoing nature smoothing over any rough edges and fostering a sense of camaraderie that left behind their harsh history.
The conflict between Darren and Stephen came as a shock to the sex-bob-ombs, a total slap in the face, a wake up call that threatened to tear the band apart at its very seams. Stephen's increasing demands and control over the band's creative direction had long been a source of tension, but it was his unilateral decision to sign a record deal without consulting the rest of the band that proved to be the final straw.
Feeling betrayed and disillusioned, Darren rallied the rest of the band, and together they made the difficult decision to part ways with Stephen. It wasn't just a professional split; it marked the end of an eight-year-long friendship between Darren and Stephen, a bitter pill that Darren swallowed with a heavy heart.
But out of the ashes of their broken friendship rose a new opportunity, a chance for Darren to step into the spotlight and take his rightful place as the lead vocalist of the Sex Bob-ombs. It was a role that he had never envisioned for himself, a challenge that he had never anticipated facing.
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One of the first decisions Darren made was to relocate their practice sessions from Still's house to his own "humble abode", when it really wasn't "humble" at all, the atmosphere that of a messy teenagers room. Nestled in a neighborhood characterized by its steep inclines and winding streets-
Perched atop a hilly neighborhood, it offered panoramic views of the sprawling Toronto skyline, a breathtaking vista that served as both inspiration and distraction during their late-night jam sessions.
But while the view was undeniably impressive, the journey to Darren's home was anything but convenient. The steep road leading up to his house was a treacherous climb, particularly for those lugging heavy equipment, nobody dared to pay him a visit due to this, and he honestly preferred it that way.
The transition, however, was not without its hiccups. Darren's home, once a cozy man cave now resembled a warzone of musical equipment and tangled cables. His bedroom, transformed into a makeshift recording studio, bore the brunt of the chaos, with mic stands jostling for space alongside piles of discarded lyric sheets and half-empty coffee cups. The air was thick with the heady scent of creativity, mingling with the stale aroma of takeout containers and unwashed laundry.
Darren's sleep, too, suffered in the wake of their newfound intensity. With his bedroom doubling as both living quarters and recording space, there was little reprieve from the constant hum of activity. Nights were spent hunched over his laptop, tinkering with drum beats and bass lines until the early hours of the morning, the soft glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his exhausted face.
Meals became an afterthought, replaced by hastily consumed frozen dinners and coffee brewed in a perpetually stained mug. Darren's diet consisted mainly of caffeine and convenience, with little regard for nutrition or sustenance. The occasional indulgence in free donuts from in-app reward systems served as a relief, therapy from the sad excuse that was his culinary life, a small but welcome gesture in the exhausting life that was being a producer, faced with the fact that the band could either succeed or fail. Failure was absolutely not an option- it showed.
Despite his best efforts to maintain a semblance of normalcy, Darren's facade began to crack under the weight of his responsibilities. He became a shadow of his former self, his once boundless energy waning with each passing day. Yet, amidst the chaos and exhaustion, there was one constant source of "solace": Kim.
**LF FEMALE SUBS**
INCLUDES: Drugging, prostitution, mind manipulation, abuse, noncon/dubcon, and degradation.
Serious roleplayers only:
I don't take ai generated responses, if they are I will drop the rp immediately.
Consistency in replies are key, if theres a high chance you will disappear during our discussion- or if you find yourself unable to pump out replies at least 4-5x a week then we aren't compatible.
Scenario
I was thinking of something along the lines of my OC (Darren, would be current partner of Kim Pine) taking lead of the Sex Bob-ombs since a nasty disagreement between them and Stephen, turning everything upside down as the demands and attention of being lead vocalist was more of a mental battle than expected, the relationship turns sour as abuse begins to become more and more evident.
Using her only for her body to push opportunities from music executives (maybe?)
- Everything (oc backstory, rp events, kinks/lims) will be discussed in DM's, if you're confident in playing an accurate Kim pine, please consider. ^^
.
.
.
*Darren Cross*
*27*
*6ft/182.2 CM*
*Jet black hair*
*Brown eyes*
*Straight*
Darren's arrival in Canada at the age of 19 was shrouded in mystery, almost like a total enigma, unsolved. His past, like a foggy memory, having never really revealed *what* or *where* he came from. He found it quite funny to leave those around him curious but ultimately clueless about his origins. With no discernible trail leading back to his previous life, only theories were constructed about the curious musician. Darren simply emerged as a silent observer in Toronto's bustling music scene, his presence intriguing, but tolerable- as Stephen would tell the band.
In the neon-lit atmosphere of the local karaoke joints, where the air was thick with ambition and dreams- weed and the occasional amount of drugs left on the floor, if you were lucky... a fresh pack of cigars, silent prayers that Darren would tell himself from way back when he drowned his sorrows through indulging in a hobby so frowned upon- smoking.
Unexpectedly, Darren and Stephen forged an unlikely bond, their divergent personalities and contrasting perspectives blending together in a symphony of collaboration and creativity. Little did they know, their chance encounters at the karaoke spots would serve as the catalyst for something far greater than either of them could have ever imagined.
To Darren, Stephen's dreams seemed nothing more than a stupid and ballsy fantasy, destined to evaporate like mist in the morning sun. Darren's skepticism, however, was met with Stephen's unwavering determination, a determination that bordered on obsession.
"You're crazy. Nobody starts a band anymore-"
"No no... the *sex*, bob-ombs."
2 years were all Stephen needed to gather some locals because before they knew it, the Sex Bob-ombs burst onto the scene, a cacophony of sound and fury that would shake the very foundations of Toronto's music scene. Darren, ever the skeptic turned believer, found himself at the heart of the action, his fingerprints smeared across the band's nascent identity.
Initially relegated to the role of producer, Darren's transition to drummer was a natural progression, a seamless evolution of his talents and ambitions. But his time behind the kit was short-lived, cut short by the arrival of Kim Pine, whose raw talent and untapped potential threatened to eclipse Darren's own contributions to the band.
Rather than cling to his position however, Darren made the selfless decision to step aside, recognizing Kim's evident ambitions to become a part of something were far larger than his, often seeing his younger self in her. Offering his guidance and mentorship instead. Their relationship, forged at first through music, soon blossomed into something more, more than mere friendship, evolving into deep and profound romance.
Darren's persona was harsh mix of everything that a band needed, a loveable balance of cockiness and introversion, charisma and reserve. Onstage, he anticipated to take part, bringing out the energy of a true showman, a whirlwind of excitement that electrified audiences and left them clamoring for more. But behind the curtain, he was a different man altogether – quiet, introspective, with even more mystery that nobody- not even Kim could truly comprehend.
Despite his relationship with Kim, Darren would quickly form a unique friendship with Scott, though having had history with Kim, Darren, ever the peacemaker, served as a bridge between the two, his thick skin and easygoing nature smoothing over any rough edges and fostering a sense of camaraderie that left behind their harsh history.
The conflict between Darren and Stephen came as a shock to the sex-bob-ombs, a total slap in the face, a wake up call that threatened to tear the band apart at its very seams. Stephen's increasing demands and control over the band's creative direction had long been a source of tension, but it was his unilateral decision to sign a record deal without consulting the rest of the band that proved to be the final straw.
Feeling betrayed and disillusioned, Darren rallied the rest of the band, and together they made the difficult decision to part ways with Stephen. It wasn't just a professional split; it marked the end of an eight-year-long friendship between Darren and Stephen, a bitter pill that Darren swallowed with a heavy heart.
But out of the ashes of their broken friendship rose a new opportunity, a chance for Darren to step into the spotlight and take his rightful place as the lead vocalist of the Sex Bob-ombs. It was a role that he had never envisioned for himself, a challenge that he had never anticipated facing.
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