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Sibling SparksSibling Sparkswww.roleplayer.me/1959615Mateo: Benji's first partner in crime and occasional voice of reluctant reason. From riding dirt bikes off makeshift ramps to toilet-papering the principal's house senior year, their brotherly bond was forged in antics that made their patience-of-a-saint mother perpetually question where she went wrong.Yet as wild and fearless as Benji's daredevil influence was on Mateo, his big brother's steadying presence kept him grounded when the spark risked burning too hot. Mateo's self-assured guidance and protectiveness over his little carnal were the trembling scales that balanced Benji's impulsive flames.Only Mateo's firm hand and knowing look could rein in Benji from his most harebrained stunts...most of the time. In Benji's unruliest, most turbulent days, he was the steady spark reminding him that their family bonfire still burned no matter how far he strayed, waiting to welcome the prodigal flame back home.Lucía: From the moment she took her first wail of life, baby Lucía owned every rugged inch of Benji's heart. His former reign as residential terror ended upon meeting his baby sister's bright, inquisitive eyes - now, ensuring she remained his innocent, adored protege became Benji's sole driving force.In Lucía's doting "Benny", the wild child was instantly reborn as the vigilant big brother, source of endless piggyback rides and conspirator in backyard camping adventures. While Mateo mostly shook his head at their rambunctious roughhousing, he always allowed them their sibling alliance of reckless explorers with Benji as self-appointed but fiercely protective leader.As Lucía grew and Benji's flames wandered, he always carried home the sparks of her boundless, infectious joy. No matter how far his spirit drifted, Lucía's vibrant innocence still glowed within him, anchoring his soul to the truth that her wonder at simple delights would forever fuel his fire.   template credit.

Burned BoundariesBurned Boundarieswww.roleplayer.me/1959615The copy room at Ziven Marketing always carried a certain electric charge whenever Daniela Torres stepped inside, sashaying past Benji as if the cramped space brimmed with sexual tension. Her dark eyes would lock onto his, lips quirking devilishly as she brushed against him to grab fresh reams of paper. Daniela’s intoxicating floral perfume made the air thick and heady, sparks practically singeing the air between them.For weeks, that familiar spark smoldered with every lingering glance, every brush of their fingertips as they reached for the same pen during meetings. Daniela’s wedding ring seemed to mock and tempt Benji simultaneously…until the day the flame truly ignited. He still remembered the feverish clash of their lips in the dim stationary closet, her sculpted body arching shamelessly against his as their self-restraint incinerated into ash.What followed was a searing, high-stakes affair conducted in hushed whispers and empty offices after hours. Daniela revealing herself as the wildfire to Benji’s gasoline, their passion raging unchecked for several incandescent weeks. Every tangled knot of limbs and breathless gasp threatened to expose the inferno they could scarcely control.Yet for Benji, no blaze burned quite like the one Daniela stoked in his soul. She consumed his thoughts, his dreams ‐ until the day he watched her slip that golden band back onto her finger with a look of hollow resignation. Her fire had banks it couldn’t transcend. Not this time.In the aftermath, whispers and sidelong glances from colleagues made the marketing bullpen feel like an inescapable pressure cooker. Daniela’s fire no longer warmed, only searing Benji’s skin with its inevitably burned boundaries. He tendered his resignation without a word, knowing he’d never be able to look at that damned copy room without feeling the phantom scorch of their wildfire romance.Daniela had branded him in a way Benji hadn’t foreseen, her lesson scorching into his soul - some fires demanded too unquenchable a price. From then on, he would guard his boundaries with other women as vigilantly as one averts a deadly blaze. Burned once, there would be no more igniting flames where they didn’t belong....   template credit.

Wildfire Embers Wildfire Embers www.roleplayer.me/1959615 When Benji first met Natalia, he knew she'd awaken a wildfire that would blaze through his soul and brand him forever. Even amidst the teeming mass of students on UCLA's campus, her radiant smile and warm whiskey-brown eyes drew him in like the oldest siren song. From that very first study group turned midnight taco truck bender, Benji and Natalia burned ferociously, desperately making up for all the lost time those years they attended the same high school yet ran in separate orbits. Her uninhibited laughter reverberated through the walls of Benji's creaky apartment, mingling with the smoky vestiges of last night's bonfire on the beach. In those hazy, languorous college days, nothing could extinguish their fervent flames. Somewhere between the neon flashes of Hollywood's grungy underground party circuit and Natalia's dreams of settling into a rose petal-strewn bungalow, their searing love branded them as soulmates. They were the wildfire that would never gutter out, trailblazers hellbent on leaving the world singed by their passion. Yet even as Natalia carved her name into his tawny skin with desperate nails, part of Benji's restless soul knew he couldn't simply exist as smoldering embers - at least not yet. He needed to chase the inferno to its ever-shifting horizon, explore new frontiers that would feed the wildfire with fresh oxygen before it dwindled. By the time senior year rolled around, Natalia beaming at him beside the fountains where they first locked eyes, Benji's longing for new horizons began suffocating the cozy spark in her soul. When she accepted that corporate finance job in Boston, teardrops hitting the familiar eagle emblazoned on Benji's faded sweater, he understood their wildfire couldn't withstand the separation. Some loves did better as banked embers, cherished memories to revisit rather than consuming infernos. While Natalia's brilliance inevitably rekindled in the form of her loving husband and children, Benji couldn't resist fanning those glowing embers with wistful reverence. In quiet solitary moments, he'd pull out the faded Polaroids and inhale the last smoky traces of their wildfire - a hazy reminder to appreciate the rare, beautiful times his soul found its searing other half. ..   template credit.

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WARNING: This scene is a little different from all my other ones. Our characters willl be jumping into smut fairly fast. It's basically building their physical desire for each other whereas the emotional one needs to develop. This scene will have a lot of drama and side plots to build their relationship as wel as lots of smut. I also want to say this just in case someone confuses it. All these characters are over 18 despite the setting. And I DO NOT want any sort of non consensual or rape like elements to this scene. Yes, my characters are dominating but forced just does not appeal to me, so please do not try to sneak that in. I think this scene will be very fun, but if it does not appeal, feel free to check my other scenesThe two of them had known each other since they were kids since their families were close friends. They did everything together and used to always say they were going to marry each other once they were older, which everyone else thought was cute. Oh how wrong they were... They were each other's first kiss except it really didn't mean anything at that age because they hardly knew what they were doing. Things changed once they got older and fell into different crowds. He became friends with the wrong people who were not at all happy of how close he was with her. Maybe it was because they wanted a shot with her themselves. But he was still young and stupid and wanted to fit in, so he pushed her away. However, it did not stop there, and he went out of his way to prove that he was not associated with her whenever he could. Rumors surfaced again of how close they were in their past, and it upset him, so he took it out on her and made her life miserable. Jackson had truly lost himself from what he used to be. Their dynamic had turned into something else recently when his way or treating her poorly had turned into him using her as a way of showing who was the top dog. It was rather ironic to think that his way of conveying how little she meant to him was by f***ing her. Unlike words, when sex was as good as it was between them, it could not be faked. It was a form of passion that showed him when he was most vulnerable. The reason their bodies moved so perfectly together was because these motions literally let their feelings flow through them. Yet, this was still somehow him bullying her at least in his naive thoughts. But this also roused the question of why did she let him do this? Did she still see that boy she grew up with? Did she think she could help him? That there was good in him? Or did it just feel that good that she did not want to resist?It was just another day. She was at her locker, gathering her books to get ready for her next class. Jackson was walking down the hall with a few of his friends when he saw her, and he was not the only one. He could already hear the guys start to mumble and chuckle. It did not take a detective to figure out what those little whispers and remarks were about. No matter how much he proved himself, it never seemed to be enough. So why did it even matter to him? Why did he keep trying to prove himself? That was a difficult question to answer. The male rolled his eyes and pushed a few of his so called buds out his way before crossing the hall towards the woman who was always on the receiving end of this dynamic. It happened abruptly. Shutting her locker, he slammed the books out of her hand without a care in the world for her. Jackson pushed her back against the lockers and stepped in close. His large frame keeping her in place. "Did you miss me?" Such a simple question, but that husky voice combined with their current position could make a woman lose her train of thought.  His friends had already turned the corner after laughing, so why did he still continue this act? Why did he always do so?

Last Updated: 5/15/2024Capped at: 8Storylines: 4/8I Owe You:- Victoria (5/14/2024)- Rebecca (5/15/2024)-- You Owe Me:- Cassidy (5/15/2024)---In Discussions:- Bowie- Rowena- Luna- August (who's to start)

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Legal Name: Kitrina FalconeNick Name(s); (Give her some) Alias(es) KittyHawk (Previously), Cat Girl (Current)Age: 18 or olderHeight: 5'4"Weight: 180 lbsHair color: Light brownEye color: GreenSex: FemaleGender: FemaleSexual Orientation: StraightRelationship Status: SingleAlignment: True NeutralFather: Alberto FalconeMother: UnknownAunt(s): All DeceasedUncle(s): Mario FalconeAffiliation(s): Falcone Family (Former), Penguin (Former), Catwoman (Current)Current care giver: Catwoman

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Has anyone even seen true beauty before they entered Le Paris, viewing the trickling of the sun as it shimmered in a golden haze upon the cobblestone streets? Each stone laid, whether placed upon the roads or the finely sculpted architecture of the buildings all around. It was the visage of an artist's hand—a dream scribbled on paper brought to life. It was not constructed of marble and solid stone like most cities, wanting to claim glory held in envious eyes at the city of mystique. Instead, each brick was sculpted by dreamers. Their hearts and souls perfected the imperfections that made up the city they brought to life. Fated flaws and jagged lines held the most radiance, whether in the cradle of the day when the sun burst over the horizon. Or as the pale moon bleached the streets below. Revealed yet another layer of her chameleon soul. Was it any wonder why Katherine would be drawn to her time and time again? Music has flowed like honeyed wine in her veins since the time she was barely a knee. Long-lost, hazy days she spent in the forest surrounding her home when the noise all around was just too much to bear. Mother Nature was the composer, and a willow tree was her strenuous dance instructor, carving every movement the ebb and flow of her own rustling limbs. Long before, she would know the mahogany flooring in any dance studio in the finest of cities she would later perform in. La Paris, in all her flawed beauty, always felt like her home. Her music was not contained in just the sacred walls of Palais Garnier. It trickled between the leaves, wisped in the breeze, and danced upon the streams like fallen feathers from heaven above. With a failed baker's attempt at a perfect croissant and a steamy cup of coffee in her tiny hands, Katherine welcomed the morning in as she strolled down the flower-sweet-scented path leading to the gardens in Paris. Artists of all sorts frequented the park in the morning hours. Some with a blank canvas and sketching materials. While others carried musical instruments under their arms. Katherine brought her old, worn ballet shoes. With tiny rosettes barely hanging on by the threading from wear and tear. They were precious to her, and she refused to have them repaired because they were given to her by her very first dance instructor, Celeste. A golden-haired beauty she met when she was just a young girl. She recalls vividly watching her through a dirt-stained window in the small village she grew up in centuries ago. Katherine couldn't afford classes. But Celeste saw the potential and perhaps parts of herself when she caught her dancing between rehearsals. When she passed away, Katherine carried the urn with her wherever she traveled and had no intention of ever parting with it until she felt her voice calling to her to let the gardens be her resting place. A smile spread across her lips, and she could almost feel her instructor around her now, watching and critiquing every artist, but enjoying each moment of watching them blossom just as she watched her. Celeste had been more of a mother to her than even her own one from the instant that they met, and she was not traditional in her ways. She did not believe each dance step was right or wrong. But that beauty, just like the city of Le Paris was perfect when imperfect. Art is often messy, she would tell young Katherine and flick her nose. Just as love is my young protégé. The best of dreams are.

"I have the audacity to place my trust in him," she declared as the reverie came to an end. She lay there, patiently awaiting the sound of the alarm clock, contemplating the upcoming day with a sense of disdain. "Yet another tedious and monotonous day," she mused as she rose from her slumber. Anna retrieved her work attire, consisting of pants and a shirt, and made her way to the bathroom. The room was adorned in shades of white and blue.As Anna gazed into the mirror, she observed her long brown hair and captivating green eyes. "Goodness, I detest this appearance," she muttered. After taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes, she chuckled and exited the bathroom. It was already eight in the evening, and Anna was scheduled for an all-night shift at the club. Contemplating her work obligations, she inhaled once more and approached the bed to get dressed.Making her way to the small mirror, she gathered her brown hair into a ponytail and took another breath before applying eyeshadow and her signature red lipstick. Red, the color that defined her lips. Retrieving her bag and earrings from the front door, she stepped outside and locked the apartment. The club was conveniently located down the street, and Anna worked there as a waitress. Tonight, she would be serving high rollers who were visiting from out of town.The unspoken rule was to never ask questions and to feign ignorance if anything suspicious occurred. This was the directive from her boss, indicating that she should remain silent and focus on her duties. Thus, as she entered the club and spotted the high rollers, Anna took a deep breath and proceeded to the back. She placed her bag down, clocked in, and prepared herself for the evening. Pausing for another breath at the door, she adorned a smile and ventured out to begin her work, serving drinks from the bar.As the night progressed, the groups of patrons began to depart, each one inebriated and stumbling out of the establishment. Anna was in the midst of wiping tables when the final group arrived. They were all tall, dark-haired men dressed impeccably in suits. Anna could sense that they were not there for drinks or entertainment. The tall men with black hair, each sporting a tattoo of a snake on their neck and carrying a gun, caused a stir among the girls.Despite this, Anna remained focused on her work until one man at the back caught her attention. His dark eyes met hers, creating a strange connection that she quickly dismissed. As she finished up and made her way to the back, the words "I dare to trust him" echoed in her mind. Standing by her locker, she hesitated, feeling conflicted, until a knock interrupted her thoughts. Startled, she turned to see her boss, who urged her to leave and forget what she saw.Nodding in agreement, Anna left the club and rushed home, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the floor, a tear escaped her eye as she whispered to herself, "I dare to trust him. "

Basic Info ▪️ Full Name: Eztli Tlacotli▪️ First Name Meaning: Eztli Aztec word for Blood.▪️Last Name Meaning: Tlacotli Aztec word for Slave. & Dracula Romanian word for Son of the Dragon)▪️ Species: Dhampirica (Female Vampire/Human Hybrid)▪️Birthday: October 31st, 1996.▪️ Age: 28 Years Old.▪️ Height: 5'8"▪️ Weight: None of your business▪️ Hair Color: Brown (Natural), Dyes it at times.▪️ Eye Color: Dark Brown (Human), Golden (Vampire)▪️ Special Markings: An invisible mark of a dragon head with three claw marks running through it on her forehead.▪️ Personality: Eztli is like her Father with a terrible temper and an insatiable desire for blood, serious, calculating, and mysterious. She only obeys her Father, only due to the Mark on her forehead which marks her as his protector and servant.  Relationship Info ▪️Lord Dracula: Eztli would find out that Lord Dracula was her Father. A Vampire. Though she didn't know about him for 18 years, she was now on the hunt for her Father who had claimed her with an invisible mark of a dragon head with three claw marks running through it.▪️Mrs. Tlacotli: She is Eztli's Human mother. Under strict orders, her mother never told Eztli that she was half vampire, or her true father, until she was 18. Her mother raised her as a human.  Bio Info ▪️ Eztli Tlacotli was born on Halloween, October 31st, 1996, to vampire king and a human mother. Her mother kept her Father a secret, never revealing that she had a relationship with an undead being who walked the night.▪️ However, as Eztli began to reach the age of 16, October, 31st, 1998, she began to feel different, she felt like she was on fire, like someone was branding her over and over again on her forehead.▪️ Though to the human eye there wasn't anything there, to the supernatural there was. invisible mark of a dragon head with three claw marks running through it. A sign that she was claimed by a vampire, who happened to be her own Father.▪️ Now at 18, October 31st, 2000, her mother told her the truth about her Father, that he was a vampire Lord. Though she refused to say who, despite Eztli begging her.▪️ Finally, after a month, she left her home and began the journey to find her vampire Father as well as finding out about the burning mark on her forehead.▪️ On May, 14, 2024, 28 yrs old, the young Dhampirica, would begin her journey to find her Father. Along the way, she would meet others who would either harm her, or help her.▪️ Eventually, she would find the truth. Her Father would be Lord Dracula - himself. She would go on many adventures to find her Father.  Love Life ▪️ Orientation: Bisexual (Men/woman - leans towards men though)▪️ Type: Alpha/Submissive▪️ None. 

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Name: Mary Jane WatsonNick Name(s): MJ (Give her some)Alias(es): Spinneret, Jackpot, Black Cat, Carnage, Spider GwenSpecies: HumanAge: 25Sex: FemaleGender: FemalePronouns: She/TheyHeight: 5'10"Weight: 110 lbsHiar color: RedEye Color: Green Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single (Multiple love interest open, chemistry required)Job: Multiverse fixer, Model

The government was becoming rotten from within. They’d once been formed by freedom fighters that wanted to be rid of the rule of terror that the former Republic Chancellor Palpatine had created when he declared the birth of his Empire. At first there were growing pains, but that was to be expected as they fought to rebuild what had been lost. Eventually they found their footing, only to have it taken away when the government shifted to the Galactic Alliance. Over the course of more than one war though they found their way back, reforming the New Republic once again.But with enough time any government can have seeds of corruption take root and grow. Three wars against the Serinan Empire had dwindled the Republic’s forces both militarily and politically as planet after planet, system after system had either fallen to the Krath Empire based on Empress Teta, or willingly joined the Serinan Empire. Some of the seeds of corruption in the Republic came legitimately from within, some had been sown by agents of the Krath. The Republic wasn’t recognizable any longer. It would now remind many of what Palpatine had created years before.During the height of Darth Morana’s reign as the leader of the Neo Krath Empire she planted Krath servants to twist the Republic into something unrecognizable by those freedom fighters who’d breathed life into it originally. It had slowly become her puppet to play with when she had nothing better to entertain herself with. Meanwhile her apprentice, Darth Primitivus and his Dark Descendants would terrorize both the Republic, Serinan Empire, and at times the Fel Empire. Eventually Primitivus and his Dark Descendants would be captured by Serinan forces, ending Morana’s ability to pose a direct threat to the Serinan Empire.A fragile peace had been present between the Republic and the Serinan Empire for nearly three decades now, but rumors were beginning to circulate that the fragile peace would soon be shattered causing the Serinan war machine to once again come alive. First it was Lieda Mothma, the daughter of Mon Mothma who brought reports of torture to the attention of a member of the Serinan Military Council. Lieda had followed in her mother’s shoes all be it very reluctantly, eventually becoming a senator for Chandrilla to the Republic. She’d always hated politics and her mother’s political career, but she was eventually convinced to take up the mantle left vacant by her mother’s death. Lieda had come to the Serinan capital in secret to deliver the news personally to Major Tierce of the Black Guard, that the Republic seemed to have resurrected a version of the Empire’s ISB program, even going so far as to start using a particular recording that they had claimed had been destroyed when the ISB had been shuttered.Within a few days after Lieda had delivered the news to the Serinan capital the Black Guard had received a new shipment of replacement masks for their armor. Various upgrades had been applied to fix flaws they had found in their current masks. What they wouldn’t discover until it was too late was that the shipment had been intercepted and tampered with turning some of the masks into a danger for their wearer. Tierce would be one of the ones who’d unknowingly be given one of the masks that had been tampered with. It was an auditory attack created especially for targeting members of the Black Guard by combining a recording of an order given in the Guard’s battle language with the recordings from the annihilation of the Dizonite children’s massacre. This combination led to Tierce and a handful of others who’d once served Palpatine as Red Guards to lose track of time and behave in an erratic fashion that they had no memory of. The revelation of this attack against the military would become the driver for members of the Black Guard along with members of Kida’s organization known as the Underground to infiltrate the lower levels of Coruscant to track down what intel they could about those who’d tampered with mask shipment. Eventually some members of the Serinan Guard would also join them as reinforcements once the time came to move on any intel they might gather.At first the investigation team consisted of three Black Guardsmen and one Underground member. Once they’d learned the number of targets and locations, they would have to deal with reinforcements were requested. For the Black Guard one strike team was put together for each of the four locations, for the Underground one member would join each strike team. Angel Noroga was left behind in a safe house to provide medical care for anyone injured in the strike. Several members of the Serinan Guard were left with her as a precaution, while a small handful participated in the raid.It was after the interrogation of those captured at the old ISB black sites that they learned the Republic government had in fact created their own form of the ISB and had quietly sanctioned the attack against the Black Guard. After gaining the information all prisoners of the operation were executed. The information was taken back to the Serinan capital to be shared with the military council as well as the empress’ council of advisors. Now the councils would meet to debate how the attack and the revelation of a government sanctioning of said action would be delt with. As a precaution the gears of the Serinan war machine would start turning in preparations for possible war. The questions on the minds of many within the Empire was would this war mean the death of what was left of the Republic, and what other atrocities would be uncovered along the way? Would more teams be sent out to hunt down other misdeeds of the Republic that were being whispered about?