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Deep within the halls of the palace of Russia, the Tsar and his family lived, his wife and several daughters and sickly son as well. Nicolas was watching his daughter play in the courtyard, his eyes distant and troubled, war was raging in foreign lands and soon would be at his doorstep if he was not prepared he could lose it all. He could lose his family, and his life, and his home would fall and with it the ruling family of Russia. The ruling monarch was watching his daughters ignoring their giggles and carefree laughter as they di not know he doom and anger that loomed outside of their country, Nicloas never wanted his kids to worry about such things.A large shadow soon loomed next to him, dressed in black silken robes his eyes flaming a deep blue color. A sparkle of flames danced in this man's eyes as he stood silent with the monarch. Nicolas did not need to even look to know who it was, it was the stranger that his wife trusted so much so. He was a man who wandered through Russia, with famous tales of his healing prowess, his stance was always so intimidating. Standing towering over Nicolas it made the monarch feel like a child before the man that stood beside him. The man was named Rasputin, Grigori Rasputin. The Mystic of Russia, The Mad Monk."Say something, you unsettle me with your silence" Nicolas said sharply unerved by the man silence. Rasputin was never known for being so quiet. The man still spoke none, as Nicolas eyes narrowed as he turned sharply toward the man and was about to snap at him to spit it out, but saw the man eyes where distant, lost in his own thought. "Grigori?" Nicolas finally asked at the hulking man as he reached out and touched the other mans arm. He was always so cold, like ice, like he was dead, well of course he was, he was a vampire. Nicolas saw the man blink his eyes and looked finally at the Russian Monarch, Nicolas, the man who did not know how to save his own home."Will you ever tell them?" He finally inquired with those blue eyes staring deeply at Nicolas who dared not to look at them and sighed gently and shook his head."They do not need to worry""Nicolas-""It's Tsar Nicolas Grigori" he snapped finally showing he was stressed as he was rare to snap at the monk who looked at him amused but it was soon faced away as Nicolas turned and stormed away from him. grigori tilted his head and followed after him."I can help protect this country Tsar, let me" he said as the tsar tried to ignore him and shook his head as he walked off, but Grigori followed after him easily before Nicolas eventually stopped and turned sharply toward him and had to look up at him."I am the Tsar! I will defend my home Grigori" he said sharply as if to try assert his authority over the man who looked at him with compassion."But you can't, you know this Nicolas, we all know this. BUT I can give you the power to defend it all" Grigori spoke softly to the stressed monarch slowly placing a large hand on his shoulder as the Tsar looked at him and frowned."I can defend my home!" he protested as Grigori frowned and looked at him."It okay to be truthful with yourself my friend, But I can offer the power to defend this place I just-""What would you want from me?" Nicolas frowned at him as Rasputin's eyes softened more because he could see that the walls of the Tsar had crumbled and fallen. Slowly rasputin kelt before the Tsar and placed his hand on Nicolas."I need your blood, Your Trust, and your Secrecy," He said softly "What I will do to ensure the protection of this country will not always be good, and happy endings but it will the country safe. Let me, let me in charge, let me have your blood, I will see your foes fall" Rasputin said with a soft voice."Will I die?""No, I do not require all of your blood, Only a few sips. Let me take that authority away from you, Let me bear it all. Let me command the country, Let me save your land you love so much"Rasputin whispered gently looking at him to trust him. "Why?" Nicolas dared to bravely enough a question."Why? Because this is my home as well, I have always loved it, let me prove to you what I can truly do" Rasputin hummed as Nicolas was uncertain, could he truly trust this creature, could he hand that kind of power and trust him."Then save my country, Rasputin, Promise me that you can""I promise Nicolas" Rasputin's voice whispered in his head gently he pulled Nicolas close to him and then purred into his ears."I'll keep the country safe from what yearns to destroy it" He promised into the Tsar's ears before Nicolas felt woozy and tired as he wobbled but Rasputin kept him upright."Why do I feel-""Rest, you'll feel better after a  nap" was the last thing Nicolas heard as the world went dark as Rasputin chuckled gently before picking up the sleeping man and walked off into the shadows, a twisted grin on his face."Humans are so fragile and yet, so interesting" he muses gently, as his fangs bared out , a promise that could save or doom the country. Nicolas made his choice, now the country had to hope it was not a terrible mistake!

"Listen to reason, please! Grigori!" screamed the head priest standing before the forty new priests that coward behind him as if the man's body was enough to stop the crazed killer that waltzed inside of this church. Holy ground, this monster shouldn't have crossed it, bu the man did. He came in with those scary blue eyes that dazzled in the sunlight of the early morning ceremony for the new Orthodox priests who stood there to be sworn into the house of God."reason? is that what you called it? When you came after me Father Daniel?" he snarled as the man stood his ground refusing to budge his steps in front of the alter and his young priests. The creature came forward his body posed to get himself ready as the people in the church t see this where highly confused and even more so confused when thirty soldiers came in after Rasputin. Their eyes fixed in a deep blue unblinking gaze."Do not do this" The priest commanded "You are in a house of God Rasputin! You can'-" Rasputin cut him off and grabbed him by the throat with his jaws sinking large fangs in deeply right through his jugular and then hosted himself to his full height having the head priest dangle from his jaws  Rasputin could hear the screams as people ran for the exit but without even so much as moving a musle the men opened fire killing everyone inside that tried to leave. Children, Men, and women lay in pools of blood as Rasputin let the dead body of the priest finally drop from his jaws as he smirked and licked his fangs."Pity, he was a good man" before walking toward the forty new priests with a dangerous smile on his lips. One by one, claws and his fangs sank into every last one of them, tearing heads off and or ripping a body in half. The vampire even changed a few of the new priests into new fledglings and would kill whoever was left. He allowed the newly turned vampires to feed from the dead people of the church as he smiled to the soldiers seeing they still could not control their bodies anymore, with a hum he commanded."Shoot" and with the last of bullets they shot upon each other till no one was alive other than Rasputin and his new Fledglings. With his thirst for bloodshed quenched he smiled as he looked around before he looked back at the alter."Amen," he mocked as he licked the blood off his hand as he walked out back into the daylight, before striking a match and letting the church and everyone else burn within it, leaving no trace of what had happened. By the time anyone had arrived, the place was an inferno and it was called a freak accident.The culprit was never found.

1. No minors. I am 35 years old behind this screen and do not have time to babysit children that don't belong here.2. Do not rush me with comments. Some days are busier than others, but i will get to you when I can.3. Don't steal from me. The layout you see here I got from "high times" on roleplayer.me and I just changed graphics and colors to suit my own satisfaction.4. Do not harass me about late comments , messages, or stream replies. Like I said before I get busy and sometimes can't get online. It's rare that I'm ever offline, but it DOES happen. All I'm asking for is a little patience.5. Put some effort into your posts and don't rely solely on me for coming up with content for our roleplay. 6. Don't start drama with me. I am too old to care about the "he-said-she-said" online. I have that enough in my real life situations, no thank you.7. I portray Castiel as homosexual because on more than one occasion he clearly states that he loves Dean Winchester and will do anything to protect and save him. 8. I don't mind getting to know others out of character as long as it doesn't get out of hand. 9. I prefer ooc comments in the comments section and actual roleplaying in the message section. 10. Roleplay does not equal real life. I am not my character and you are not yours. I think some people cross the line into fantasy at some point too much.11. I prefer messages over comments - comments and copy/paste introductions will be ignored or deleted/blocked.12. I understand that mistakes HAPPEN. Please know that I will NOT jump the gun if you make a few mistakes with your writing.13. I will ship with chemistry and I do not mind erotica with my writing partners as long as its with two consenting adults, but please PLEASE remember how old I am and what that means.14. Just because you are on my friends list does not give you the right to harass me about roleplaying certain characters. I will NOT write other characters for you. I've been asked this once or twice before. 15. I am heavily interested in crossovers mainly because I can only do so much with a Supernatural main character so I am open to crossovers and the like.16. Do not ask me for a discord username. I do not like discord nor do I like to use it. 17. Do not ask for personal information such as government names, personal emails, phone numbers, and actual physical addresses. Unless (and this is rare) we are doing a business transaction which I do every now and then; please do not ask for this information.18. Castiel is very awkward with people as sometimes he does not know how to react to certain situations such as with love and affection because he was a soldier in heaven and now a fighter on earth with Sam and Dean and traveling with them has changed him a lot.19. Read and obey the damn rules. These are put up here for a reason and that is to keep the peace. 20. Have fun; please do not turn this into a chore, responsibility, and obligation for me to answer to.  

general info:full name: archie hamiltonnickname(s): archgender: maleage: nineteenoccupation: stockmansexual orientation: bisexualappearance:height: 5 ft 11build: slim, athletichair color: dirty blondeeye color: bluemore to come soon~

The names Katherine Pryde most of yall know me as Kitty or my mutant name shadowcat, the girl who can walk through walls as the government puts it. I may be all of those things but im just a girl whos trying to find myself the young child i used to be is now a woman and i have standards. If you wish for an awesome friend, great storylines and an adventure hit me up. I work well in Marvel/X-men verses and looking for mains, crossovers and AU's. Love interest are always opened as well! For those who want to know im from the old myspace days so expect long storys from me. Till than Kitty Out!!

Form ooc 1. What drew your attention to Fame Seekers?2. What's your activity level like on/for discord?3. Are you sure you understand the rules entirely for this group?4. What is your discord handle? ic My name is (first & last name). I’m (age) and from (city, state/country). I am a (occupation) and have been for (months and/or years). A lot of people say I look like (faceclaim) and sometimes I see it, sometimes I don’t. Most of my friends would describe me as (2 positive traits) but also (2 negative traits). In my free time, I enjoy (3 hobbies). I am currently (marital status) and (sexual orientation). I chose to come on Fame Seekers because (2-3 reasons why).*be as detailed as you would like with your answers. biography Please attach a short bio about your character.  sample Please attach a 2 paragraph sample of your character finally arriving at the house. Once you have filled out the form please headline the message with AUDITION: FIRST NAME LAST NAME.

Let me be clear my dears, these are non negotiable. Hard limits and things like that... Without further ado, let get to the tea. 1) This is a 18+ page, as is the show on which the character is based. Minors, do not attempt to add. This protects you as much as it does me. Admin is well of age. 2) Respect is given as much as it's earned. Civility is key. I will be nice as long as you are. Fail to follow a rule, my patience wanes. 3) Alastor is ace. While my rendition, he is not sex repulsed, romance and relationships are foreign to him. Not having any in life and never in the afterlife, he just doesn't see a need. In the rare occasion he finds someone "worthy", a relationship would be doable, albeit a difficult one. Only those willing to be denied many things from a typical relationship apply. 4) This is a safe space for diversity. Anti Trans, gay, racism, exist ect will not be tolerated and will result in us parting ways with a block. I'm not here for hate. 5) ADHD brain means I have 2 speed. Slow af or hyper fixated. Nothing personal. I'm sure you all are grand, but I can be slightly. Figured I'd point it out now. Can take a week to reply, can take minutes. If after a week, you may msg me as a gentle reminder. Sometimes I get busy. Full time parent on top of a full time job. Rping is a hobby not a chore. That's it. Congratulations, gold star for you! made it through the five. This account is allowed the curiosity to add more rules if the need arises.

im such an attention whore.... //w//

~Flashback ~The year was 1932 Damon at that time lived in New York City he did not have contact with his brother at the time but he did keep track of him easily when the knees would report of recent killings with their bodies ripped apart and put together again the news would always report it was a bear attack but Damon knew better than that . He kept track of his brother's movement during the Rippah rampage Virginia , Washington, south Carolina, Florida , Massachusetts and more Stefan at that time would practically jump around at that time in his murder spree . After reading the newest murder Damon crumpled up the paper and threw it . the black but very beautiful bar owner named Constance Clavell Bennett she had striking blue eyes he even made moves on her but she never said yes to him all things considered she was a closeted gay woman. He grumbled with annoyance he sighed finishing his whiskey drinking the last of the amber colored beverage he set the crystal glass on the bar he was one of the last people in her bar because it was late at night humans didn't really stay up that late but vampires roamed the streets right about now ... Constance looked curiously at Damon and walked over to him grabbing the glass to clean it up * what's wrong Suger lips is it your brother again * Damon sat up with a sigh * of course CC he is making a mess again * he glanced over at her now there is Constance she wasn't your ordinary bar owner she was a Bennett witch great great aunt of Bonnie Bennett and he knew she was a witch as well but he didn't mind this because she was the only bar that served the supernatural in New York she was a rare one for sure. CC understood the frustration Damon had however he was not going to let that happen . It was almost 2 a.m. and she was fixing to close Damon was alone with her he stood up he was pulling out his wallet when he and CC looked over to the men who walked in in business suits they were armed they were obviously the Mafia they pulled their guns out and the don walked over to the bar * CC rent is due * the Don gave a devilish grin * And you are late * Damon leaned against the bar the Don double took at Damon and said to him * boy you must be stupid to stay * he pointed his pistol right at Damon which made Damon Scoff with a grin * no you must be stupid to stay ... * Hearing the gun c*ck with a flash he had the gun in his hand he broke it into two with ease he also had the Don by the throat his eyes changed he revealed his fangs the Mafia boss had never seen such a thing this made him try to scream within that second his possy started to shoot Damon but he didn't flinch this actually made him animalistic CC had ducked Under the bar and made a protection spell so she wouldn't get hurt or worse as the bullets start to fly it was absolute chaos but when the bullets stopped Damon laughed having had put the boss Infront of him the boss looked like swiss cheese with so many holes in him Damon dropped the body he was not even harmed by the bullets stepping over the dead Mafia boss he flashed over two the two men and ripped our their hearts holding the two harts he said to CC consider your rent paid * he laughed as his eyes normalized he threw the hearts away and said to her as she stood up * I'll clean this up for you .. * she let out a sigh and nodded to Damon with a sighed of relief. ~End of Flashback ~   

Task one | A Safe Space Tucked in the back corner of her art gallery holds a room that is nothing but chaotic good. The walls are smeared with an array of colors that Tabitha gave up cleaning years ago, and the floors should have never been carpeted to begin with. The smell is overwhelming with acrylic paint, paint thinner, and stale water that had been left to bathe soiled brushes. Along the walls, canvases are laid. Some are finished projects just waiting to be displayed, while others are barely started. Ideas that seemed so good in her mind, yet could not translate well onto the rough white surface. While some people would enter and shy away from the disarray, her art studio was Tabitha's safe space. When life got a little too stressful, the blonde would always turn to her art. Painting had always felt much more freeing to her than photography. With a brush in her hand, she could close her mind to the outside world and just let go. On the really bad days, she would close her eyes and just let her soul do the talking. When she opened her blue hues once more, she would either be met with a beautiful abstract to add to her slowly growing pile of 'keeps' or it would turn into a muddy mess that would leave her laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing really was. Either way, when she left the studio at the end of it, she always felt a sense of relief. There was a feeling of weight being lifted from her shoulders.  Not everyone gets to see inside her studio, because not everyone is worthy of such a personal space. It may seem like a small back closet to most, but for Tabitha it holds so much more. It's where she finds her peace when the days are long and hectic, it's where she finds her light when her mind is dark and twisty, and it's where she finds her joy when the stormclouds overtake her perception. She's not going to just allow anyone in and ruin what she has going for herself. If you're one of the few selected to take a look inside, be grateful for what she has given you because it is nothing but a badge of honor. Template Credit ‣ damnedest creations

Newborn  Vampire"I want him.""I want him." Said the young girl though really she wasn't a girl, not anymore. She was a newborn little vampire. An unspoken taboo. Looking upon this child Lestat began to come to his senses and realize what he had just done to himself for Louis. What wouldn't he do for Louis anymore? The lack of limit concerned Lestat, more than he'd ever let on."I want him." The girl said again pointing to Lestat who simply smiled. "What does she want you for? I saved her.." Louis asked which caused Lestat to only smile more. "Jealous love?" He asked before looking to the girl. "What is your name?" He asked. Staring at him for a few moments the girl finally answered. "Claudia." She said softly in the sweetest little southern accent."She most likely wants me because of the connection she and I now share." He said looking to Louis. "I've made her. My blood is running through her little veins. She will feel this need.. urge to be near me for some time but I will fade and I am certain you will be her favorite." He said."Come ma chérie.." Lestat said as he stood and reached out his arms to her. Slowly Claudia stood and moved forward, wrapping her arms and legs around Lestat almost as if she were a small child. "I will help her clean herself up. You go and find her something to wear." Lestat instructed Louis who reluctantly did as he was told.After drawing a warm bath with soothing oils and bubbles for Claudia, Lestat helped her undress and then helped her into the tub. Sitting there in the water with her knees to her chest, the high of her first taste of blood was beginning to wear off. "... Where is my Auntie?" She asked quietly. Lestat sat behind her, gently washing her back, washing away the burnt flesh and ash from her tender body."She is dead." Lestat said waiting for some sort of reaction from Claudia. Though she remained silent and gave a slight nod. "Mama died when I was three. She was sick. I never knew Daddy. Auntie... wasn't nice to me." She said in a hesitant tone. Not nice was a bit of an understatement. Lestat could tell what injuries Claudia had, not all were from the fire however, they were healing quickly."Well, that is all over." He said pouring warm water over her hair before he began to brush through the tangles being surprisingly gentle for him. "You my Daddy now?" She asked turning to look back at him. For a moment their eyes met before Lestat turned Claudia back around and continued the task at hand. Claudia could feel it just as Lestat could. A certain sense of intimacy between them begin. Nothing like what he had with Louis of course but still just as strong a connection. The sacrifice of making another was no small thing. Much more important than Lestat often led on."I am not your father. We'll.. discuss what I am to you later." He said focusing on combing through Claudia's tangled locks of hair. Finding enjoyment in being close to his newest creation. Lestat had never before wanted a child. But something about this little Claudia was quickly starting to grow on him. "Just know this Claudia, you are now mine. I will protect you. I will.. try my best." He said trying to think what his words might even mean. What could he do? He had done enough to this poor child now. He should have let her die. It would have been better that way, better for her.For now, Claudia accepted Lestat's words and took comfort in them. Never before had someone been this kind to her. Eventually, the warmth of the water and the soothing combing of her hair lulled sweet, innocent, Claudia to sleep. After draining the tub and wrapping the young one in a towel, Lestat carried her back to the bed and placed her down upon it. Claudia gave a soft whimper and curled against the soft pillows. Lestat moved to sit at the corner of the bed with his head in his hands. What had he done?"Just know this Claudia, you are mine now. I will protect you. I will.. try my best." template credit.

-- My Danny Fenton has had a hard life as we see in the cartoons, but now that he's off to college he goes to Gotham university. His parents have disowned him for being a phantom, as much as they love him they refuse to keep him. He's even on scholarship for proving the existence of ghosts.-- Danny is trans in my take Female to Male but it's a minor detale, something you can't tell in ghost form and that he hides well in day to day. -- In the Marvel verse he's still on scholarship but he's still a straight C student, he still stays with his parents but they're still on rocky terms about the whole "ghost" thing. He's no Avenger, but he does like spending his time with other heroes!-- Danny is bisexual, not really sure on the whole thing but he's trying his best. ( I concider him Multi-LI and will end up putting a cap on it at some point) -- Danny can be played in his early teens like when he first learns about anything but I prefer to play him at roughly 18+ 

hi! im getting used to this site lol if you happen across my profile, im always open to making new friends so dont be shy! :D 

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