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Headcanon Felix and his family have been vampires for centuries and he is bored with it .and he tends to change his look as fast as he gets new clothes so one day he is one way . He is someone who wants to find his mate and stop playing games and playing with toys that break. He's very cold and insane .

Blah, blah. Self loathing. Blah, blah. Hunter's a f***ing perfectionist. CW: Weed, forms of self harm / bruising / self-hatred, etc. Enjoy.  The harsh screech of metal blades carving into the ice reverberated through the empty arena like a battle cry. Hunter propelled himself across the gleaming surface with powerful strides, his jaw clenched in intense determination.He was alone tonight - just the way he preferred it lately. No prying eyes, no distractions, nothing to disrupt Hunter from confronting his deepest demons through the only way he knew how: pouring every ounce of raw emotion into his skating. This ritual had become his sole obsession over the past several months, an attempt to absolve himself through sheer physical punishment and perfection of his craft. If he skated hard enough, long enough, honing every jump and spin into absolute precision, maybe - just maybe - he could outrun the guilt steadily devouring him from the inside. Hunter transitioned into his first jump sequence, launching himself into the air with a ferocious athleticism. His body arched and twisted in a dazzling spiral - quad lutz, triple axel, quad toe loop. Landed in textbook form, not even a wobble on the landings. A small, grim smile crept across his sweat-slicked face at sticking the immensely difficult combination. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. So he fed off that caged anguish bubbling within him, channeling those bruised emotions directly into his movements. The rage and self-loathing over what he had sacrificed with a single, careless mistake. The all-consuming shame of failing his closest friend when she needed him most. And the desperate, ravenous hunger to feel that all-consuming fire of competition again - to be the best no matter what it cost him. Because at his pinnacle, before the accident, Hunter had been utterly sublime. An ethereal force of physicality and artistic prowess on the ice, destined for the sort of immortal greatness reserved only for the sport's legends. He and Ophelia had been unstoppable, their incandescent partnership unlike anything the figure skating world had ever seen. Until Hunter's arrogance and obsession with perfection destroyed it all in one stupidly reckless instant. He shuddered at the memory of Ophelia's fragile body crumpled on that unforgiving ice, the way her anguished screams mingled with the clatter of breaking bones still replaying in Hunter's skull on an endless, torturous loop. A white-hot flash of anger knifed through him at his role in ripping away her dreams - perhaps their last opportunity at achieving immortality together on the biggest stage. The fury propelled him into a blistering step sequence, Hunter practically snarling through each intricate footwork pattern like a caged animal. Every slashing shoulder movement, dramatic twisting of his spine and carved edge radiated his inner turmoil for the world to witness, even if no other eyes were currently taking it in. This rink had become his own personal hell to marathon through, night after night. Pushing past physical limitations until his body was drenched in sweat and threatening to give out. The more he depleted himself, the better. Hunter deserved that rawness consuming every muscle, that beautiful brutality of skating greatness that risked destruction with any mistimed lapse in focus. In a sense, he was punishing himself the only way he could comprehend. Hunter refused to let any stint tonight feel unearned, because that's what had led him to those fateful moments where self-indulgent complacency made him cost that which mattered most. No, he would fight for every second of time on this ice, just as he should have been fighting alongside Ophelia with every fiber of their beings. So he kept skating through the ambient silence, interrupted only by the shredding of his blades and his own ragged breathing echoing back at him. Hunched over at one point in exhaustion, sweat cascading down Hunter's body. He blinked moisture from his eyes - from exertion or silent tears, even he couldn't tell anymore. Whichever they were, Hunter refused to yield, refused to acknowledge any weakness. When he finally straightened back upright, it was with the hollow, dead-eyed stare of somebody shutting down emotionally. Time for his final revolutions. Hunter tore across the ice, building up his speed and rotation for an audacious quad axel. A jump only the sport's ultra-elite dared even attempt, with the insane amount of spins required courting near-guaranteed disaster. But Hunter refused to settle for any less than impossibility tonight. As he coiled into the air, contorting his body with such serrated power and aggression, everything seemed to fall away in that fleeting eternity of flight. Just him, the cold stillness, and the void of solitude he had created around himself. A prison of his own making. But like all things, gravity inevitably reclaimed Hunter's mortal form, dragging him back down hard onto that unforgiving sheet of ice. Metal crunched against the surface with a violent shudder as Hunter tumbled and crashed through the final rotations - two, three, four...a wild lurch of his shoulder sending fresh shocks of pain radiating outward. Just as he somehow managed to deck the landing on one set of blades, an ankle twisted sickeningly beneath him on the other. He skidded to a tangled, messy halt and simply laid there on the ice, sucking in ragged gulps of air to combat the lava coursing through his body. Hunter stared up into the dimly lit rafters unblinkingly, giving no hint of being fazed by his brutal wipeout whatsoever. Just remaining numb and motionless like a discarded ragdoll. Only when his limbs started trembling uncontrollably from the sustained brutality did Hunter finally accept defeat for the evening. With a pained grunt, he dragged his battered body upright and limped off the ice, making sure to grab the small plastic baggie stashed in his gear bag on the way. Once inside the locker room, Hunter peeled off his sweat-soaked clothes, shivering slightly as the cool air washed over his overheated frame. A grimace twisted his features as his fingers traced the fresh scrapes and bruises already mottling his skin - reminders of his relentless pursuit of perfection. In the back of his foggy mind, Hunter knew he should probably seek medical attention for what was assuredly a sprained ankle or worse. But that was a voice drowned out by different needs, and a simpler kind of pain management. With his body on that precarious edge between numbness and agony, Hunter twisted off the plastic baggie to reveal his chosen remedy: a stash of premium weed and a lighter. Flicking the flame to life, he ignited the joint and eagerly suckled in that first precious lungful of smoke like a man half-drowned finally reaching air. The harsh vapors singed his throat in deliciously familiar fashion, already beginning to spread tendrils of psychoactive tranquility outward from Hunter's core. His eyes slid shut as he savored the initial lurching tide of delirious calm slowly unspooling his abused nerve endings. Some distant part of Hunter knew he was far past self-medicating at this point, and well into straight self-destruction. To keep chasing the same vicious cycles of physically punishing himself on the ice, only to smoke, drink, and numb it all away after. It was an insulated bubble of isolated torment that afforded neither growth nor redemption. But as Hunter took another greedy toke, his lungs savoring the sticky smoke unfurling within, he simply didn't give a f*** anymore. Not about his health, his dwindling self-worth, or even attempting to rebuild the shattered pieces of his former life. All those concerns were just static in the void clouding Hunter's mind as he surrendered fully to the lurid pull of intoxicated oblivion. The harsh realities would keep until morning, until he was forced to drag his wrecked body back onto the ice to start the whole cycle anew. For now, blissful nothing beckoned with sweet, seductive release to dull the gnawing ache inside. So Hunter inhaled deeply and fully embraced its stifling, suffocating caress.

Returning Home The season had ended as anything but joyful for Miss Penelope Featherington so by the time the carriage pulled up to her family’s house in the country. For months she spent time with a book in hand as she wandered through the beautiful gardens pretending to be enraptured by the words scrawled across the page. However, her mind was miles away back at Bridgerton house and all the ways she could have prevented the events that had unfolded.Penelope didn’t regret what she wrote for it saved her dear friend from certain peril by the Queen’s hand. Wondering out in the garden to hear what Colin Bridgerton thought of her was an entirely different situation.“Are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington,” Colin had said the words in a way that read more as fact than pleasing the masses. Her heart clenched in a painful way as she thought of the words while they rang with the words or Lady Crane when she was planning to entrap him; he would never regard her in any other way than as he regards his sister. Penelope had cried so much during this off-season that she wasn’t sure if she had any tears left in her dark brown eyes. Her mother had scolded her several times for looking as if a beloved pet had passed on but as always the redhead ignored her mother’s squawkings until the attention was inevitably turned back to one of her sisters.Lady Featherington seemed preoccupied with trying to get one of her newly wedded sisters to grant her the privilege of being a grandmother; a title Penelope wasn’t ever sure she’d be in a hurry to accept. However, with all the fuss on securing an heir busying the house it left Penelope with plenty of time to think and heal from the past. This season was going to be different she was going to be sure of it.Even as they piled back in the carriage to return to Featherington House, Penelope kept her eyes out the window watching as the beautiful barren landscape slowly shifted into society. Her first issue of Whistledown was stashed safely in her bag unbeknownst to her family. She wanted to wait to send it to the printers until the first days of the season kicked off to make the issue jump from the page.The plants all around them were in full bloom setting off the beautiful clear blue sky with hues of purples and pinks. A smile raised the corners of Penelope’s lips as for a moment she allowed herself to believe nothing had changed. However, the moment her food stepped onto the hard concrete outside their home, she could feel the change. Eloise wasn’t there to greet her nor did she have the sudden urgency to go to her. No, this season would prove to be one of growth and realization Penelope just hoped that it didn’t take her only friend with it. created by creativian

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Trigger Warning for the content below.Hello everyone!You might be wondering what this is about. First off, let us assure you this is NOT a hatepage in the slightest. This is a group of people, an rp family, at their wits end.We don't really know how to start this because we don't make posts like these.But the best way we suppose is to just jump right into it.Starting December of last year someone made a profile of Sersi (as in Marvel's Sersi from Eternals)with the display name MESMER. And immediately began trying to pair with Dane.After that she deleted and we shrugged it off as some weirdo just trolling.But then it happened again and again and again, so many times.IT'S NOT STOPPED to the point it's become stalking, harrassment,bullying, and has even spread so much that we don't know exactly what to do.We need the community to see what we have been dealing with,and if anyone can help us identify them.WE NEED THIS NIGHTMARE TO STOP.We believe they are on our friends list and have a main suspect but we want to be 1,000% certain that it's them before collectively blocking that person.What you are about to see may be triggering to some so please view at your own discretion. There's context to character rape in one and the rest is the individual harassing of multiple people. Some of the people who went to speak to her have asked to remain anonymous and we are doing so to respect their privacy.  :: TRIGGER WARNING ::(( THIS IS THE MOST RECENT, AS OF TWO DAYS AGO. ))THERE IS PLENTY MORE WHERE THIS CAME FROM.THIS IS BARELY THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.We unfortunately have much more, but this is enough to get the point across.If anyone can help us figure out who this is we would be eternally grateful to you. This should not be allowed in the community and it IS ILLEGAL to cyberstalk someone. It's considered a class C felony. Yes, it's a felony.If you're the one stalking us and you're reading it, please stop. We've asked you to do so several times over. Others have asked you on our behalf to stop. No means no. You cannot force someone to pair with you no matter what it is in the comics or movies.If you do not stop there will be legal actions taken.https://cyber.harvard.edu/vaw00/cyberstalking_laws.html Anyone who comes forth with any information will be kept anonymous.We appreciate any help given and value your privacy.Anyone that comes forward with any info,your identify and information will be kept confidential and private. 

B A S I C S Full Name: ➸ Ember Faye Aku Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Em, faye Age: ➸ 21 Birthday: ➸ February 28th Gender: ➸ female(maybe she/they still experimenting) Sexuality: ➸ bi Species: ➸ human Ethnicity/Race: ➸ Caucasian Occupation: ➸ Singer/songwriter/actress A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 5’10 Body Shape: ➸ she’s thin with a bit of curve Skin Tone: ➸ pale Hair Color: ➸ naturally blonde, but she dyes it whatever colour she wants Hair Length: ➸ doesn’t even pass her neck Eye Color: ➸ deep blue Freckles: ➸ all over her body Piercing(s): ➸ snake bites, septum, nose, industrial P E R S O N A L I T Y × Ember keeps to herself, often found writing or reading instead of interacting with others. × She is surprisingly humble, oftentimes declining any compliments and always donating to charities. × She hides a lot about herself from the media, scared that her mother may see something she doesn’t need to see. No matter how many new social media accounts Ember makes, her mother always finds it. M I S C Born from a celebrity mother, Ember lived in a life of luxury, but it wasn’t always a happy one. From a young age, she barely saw her mother, Arya Aku, and was cared for by a nanny. Arya really only kept Ember around to show her off, holding her for paparazzi and pictures before just handing her off again. Once she started to get older, her mother got the child an agent and landed her first acting job at the young age of six. She got little commercial gigs and soon got an audition for a popular children’s show. She worked her way up the ladder and soon stuck with a single entertainment company. As Ember grew older, Arya started to monitor the young girl’s calorie intake and weight. This caused the little actress to develop an eating disorder at just twelve years old. According to her mother, Ember needed to stay thin so she could get even more gigs. On top of all of this, the man directing her show, Mr David, started to act predatory towards her, often standing right behind the young woman and being a little handsy. Ember would try to tell people her director's behavior, but most just brushed it off as the kid being dramatic. The harassment from her director only got worse as she got older, soon turning into rape. By 13, Mr David had gotten the young girl pregnant and forced her to have an at home abortion that nearly killed her. All of these problems started to build up and build up with Ember having no way to let it all out, so to let out some of these emotions, Ember started to harm herself with cuts and burns. Once she finally got away from the director, Ember was sixteen and was starting to work on her music. She quickly got a record deal and was quickly rising in popularity. She would start going on tours at eighteen and would face even more sexual and physical harassment from older fans. Soon after the harassment, Ember’s self mutilating habits came back. She also developed an addiction to cigarettes during this time. After a few tours, she started to work in the horror/thriller film industry and once again became popular as a main character in a horror series.

B A S I C S Full Name: ➸ Jinx Layman Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Lila(deadname) Age: ➸ 21 Birthday: ➸ October 17th Gender: ➸ female but goes by she/they Sexuality: ➸ pansexual Species: ➸ human Ethnicity/Race: ➸ Caucasian Occupation: ➸ bartender at her uncle's bar A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 6' Weight: ➸ 250lbs Body Shape: ➸ curvy, a little chubby Skin Tone: ➸ pale Hair Color: ➸ black with the bangs dyed purple Hair Length: ➸ shoulder length Hair Thickness: ➸ decent thickness Hair Style: ➸ straight wolf cut Eye Color: ➸ purple Freckles: ➸ all over her body Piercing(s): ➸ industrial piercing, nipples, tongue, bellybutton, Three on each ear P E R S O N A L I T Y × She doesn't take anyone's sh*t. x She's outspoken, there's no way to shut them up about the problems in the world M I S C Ever since birth, it seemed like Jinx was well… jinxed. They were the younger and weaker twin between her and her brother Liam. She wasn’t fully developed and needed immediate hospitalization. As the two grew up, it became clear that Jinx was the least favorite, unwanted one. Probably because the shield reminded their mother, Sofia, of their supposed father’s brother, Jasper, the real father of the two kids. The twins were the result of an affair between Sofia and Jasper, which wouldn’t be allowed with Sofia being a hero and Jasper being a villain. As time went on, Jinx started to feel hatred towards Liam since they were perceived as the “female Liam” or as she got older “Liam but with pornstar tits”. Throughout secondary school, Liam’s friends would harass Jinx. One of them even had his way with Jinx, causing her to lose most respect for Liam since *he never tried to stop them*. Liam blamed Jinx for trying to ruin his friend’s reputation. Around 14, Jinx's parents, Ace and Sophia, decided they didn't want a disrespectful and terrible daughter anymore and kicked her out under the guise of her having weed. They lived on the streets for a few years. She was abused by other homeless people and criminals on the run, most of them using her for her body. She eventually was introduced to a pimp that went by the name Mizo. He found her stealing and told her that if she worked for him, he wouldn't report her, and she agreed. Jinx, by 15, became his top prostitute. While working for the pimp, she met Fatality(eventually Jinx's ex) and Havoc. They quickly became a great trio. Fatality was Mizo's weapon, curated to kill without being noticed. Havoc was Mizo's drug runner. During this time Jinx became an alcoholic and addicted to coke. She also committed little crimes. At one point, everything got to be too much for Jinx. All the sex work and abuse was getting to be too much. They would hurt themselves to deal with it at first but it stopped working. She found herself on the edge of a bridge, ready to jump and end it all. But Jasper found her and talked her down right before she jumped. He offered her a job and a place to live.

B A S I C S Full Name: ➸ Salem Connelly Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Age: ➸ 16-21 Birthday: ➸ December 13th Gender: ➸ Female Sexuality: ➸ Lesbian Species: ➸ human Ethnicity/Race: ➸ Caucasian Occupation: ➸ student/fast food(if a minor) or college student/lounge singer(if adult) A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 5'3" Weight: ➸ 125lbs Body Shape: ➸ slim with a bit of curve Skin Tone: ➸ pale Hair Color: ➸ black Hair Length: ➸ shoulder length Eye Color: ➸ blue Freckles: ➸ all over her body Piercing(s): ➸ none P E R S O N A L I T Y × Independent × Academic and nerdy × Sweet and a bit of a pushover M I S C Salem was born into a decent family. That was until her dad was laid off work and started to drink to pass the time. At first he'd have a few drinks during a football game or during dinner, but it was always enough to get him drunk. He was a pretty violent drunk and he was mad about his life. He didn't really want Salem, she was an accidental pregnancy. Over the years his abuse got worse and worse, Salem's mom was gone most of the time for work or to just completely avoid being home. Salem wasn't always abused, her dad took it out on his wife more. But eventually, when Salem was about nine, the abuse towards her grew more frequent. Eventually, when Salem turned 10, her mother got pregnant again. Another little girl named Willow. Salem never left Willow's side and when she was at school, she worried about the baby the whole time. She raised that poor baby and kept her safe from her father's abuse as the two got older. On Salem's 12th birthday, she had put Willow to sleep when she heard her parents fighting in the kitchen. She went to check on them and found her father waving around a knife, drunkenly trying to attack her mother. She jumped in and took the knife, getting hurt in the process. But her father was so damn determined to hurt Salem's mother that he went and got a gun from his gun cabinet and shot her right in front of Salem. He tried to shoot Salem too, only getting her in like the arm or something, nowhere fatale. From there, after Salem's dad was arrested, the two girls lived with their strict Catholic grandparents. Things were fine for a while, Salem was still raising Willow but she wasn't as worried about her while she was at school. Around 14 year old, Salem found out that she didn't like boys, but liked girls. She had a few relationships, but none of them lasted longer than a few months. When she turned 14, however, she had a relationship that got a little serious. The two were just innocently kissing, nothing more, and her grandma walked in. They were immediately kicked out and Salem had to find another home. She took Willow and left refusing to ever come back if they weren't going to love her for who she was.

B A S I C S Full Name: Kari Olsen Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Princess Kari Age: ➸ 18 Birthday: ➸ December 20th Birthplace: ➸ Almora Kingdom Gender: ➸ female Sexuality: ➸ bi Species: ➸ pika hybrid Ethnicity/Race: ➸ White Occupation: ➸ princess, next in line to the throne A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 4'11 Weight: ➸ 110lbs Body Shape: ➸ short. kinda has an hourglass figure Skin Tone: ➸ pale almost white as snow Skin Type: ➸ clear Hair Color: ➸ white Hair Length: ➸ just to the neck Hair Thickness: ➸ just right Hair Style: ➸ swooped over to the left, wavy hair Eye Color: ➸ right eye is Cerulean the left eye is red Freckles: ➸ only when she's in the sun for a long time Piercing(s): ➸ none P E R S O N A L I T Y × Kari is soft spoken and mostly to herself. She really only talks a lot around her brothers, but that doesn't mean she wont warm up to a person. x She is polite and loyal. It's how she was raised. She doesn't flaunt her royal status and she helps people stuck on the streets get a meal at least. × She can be distant at times. She tends to get caught up in reading or tending to the flowers in the garden. [IMG=5MV] M I S C She is the youngest of three kids. Because of that, she gets babied pretty often. Her mother hated hybrids. Whe. she saw that her daughter was one, she almost had her sent away. The oldest begged her not to, so instead she was forced to stay in her room. No one could know she wasn't human. While trapped in her room, her brothers and the servants took care of her until she was 7. Once she turned seven, she got a little more time alone. Her hobbies include pressing flowers, reading, and making lanterns.

#1: Not a hybrid but rather born from the depths of darkness, hence is the essence of his breed, Crusnik translates to “Monstrosity”!#2: The creature seems to express attraction towards both male and female beings.#3: A nocturnal creature. It is rare for him not to sleep all day.#4: Often chooses to eat fruit over vegetables. His favorite are strawberries.#5: Cars are foreign to him, he chooses motorcycles to ride instead, it's easier for him.#6: Prefers to hunt vampires and drink their blood to survive and sometimes he does this for pleasure.#7: He is as dangerous to immortals as much as he is attractive!#8: Has Bat type wings, sharp claws and vampire fangs making in a bit vampiric in nature.#9: Never provoke the Crusnik he will see it as a threat to his existence and attack with feircesome intensity.#10: Doesn't take too kindly to other hunters who want to kill him. Beware!

GENERAL~NAME: MichaelMIDDLE: --LAST: StormholdNAME USED: Mick StormholdNICKNAME{S}: Mikey. Mickey. M. Ocean Eyes. AGE: 5,000 yrs / APPEARANCE: 21-25 yrsDOB: October 31stSIGN: Scorpio RACE: CrusnikSEX: MalePOSITION: SwitchORIENTATION: BisexualPROFESSION: Hunter/Preditor.EYE COLOR: Crimson~Can change to ocean blue during the daylight.HAIR COLOR: Dark BrownLENGTH: Little past shoulder lengthHEIGHT: 5'11"WEIGHT: 180lbsBODY: Lean. Toned. Muscular.SKIN TONE: Ivory/FairBIRTHMARK: None.TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Yes/YesFEAR{S}: Cages. Chains.WEAKNESS{S}: --GUILTY PLEASURE{S}: Strawberries. Red Wine. Vampire Blood. Riding Motorcycles. the Beach. Hotsprings. 

September 18 2016     The sound of an owl up in the tree, Roman looked up , only to be distracked by the stars that were shinning. Stars always amazed him, tiny little things that twinkled, he sometimes wished he could be like one of them stars. In another place another world somewhere that made sence to him. Because he had struggled ever since he came out of hospital to understand who he was, and where he stood in this life, he didnt feel it get any better. He tried to talk to councilers but he found it hard to really find the right words, to explain to a stranger how he felt about losing his memories his child hood his own thoughts his own past scars. His feelings, his friends his family, they all felt like someone else's maybe they were, maybe they would never be his again. -- The thoughts were to hard sometiimes they consumed his mind. he was scared if he stayed here with the family he didnt know then he would lose himself all over again-    "i wish i was like Roman i wish i could just forget the things that had happend to me imagine that Julia your boy is the lucky one" -He heard his uncle in the distance the wind was travling so he could hear all they were saying as he sat at the bottom of the garden next to his brothers tree, the family were in the house but the door was open, of course they had way to much to drink. But hearing things like that shattered Roman, How could they posisbly understand the struggles he has with his past, how can they get it, the truth is they wont get it not unles something like that happens to them,. he wanted to shout and scream and tell them how he really felt. But instead he grabbed his guiatr, attempted to un stiffen  his hand , a little as he still struggled with his arms, sometimes. after the crash, his body is still healing. He hadnt realised, that his parents had seen his figure here, and they had made their way down towards him-   "Sometimes it feels like there is this ache in my heart and you are the only one who gets me" he mumbled to his brothers tree, Once more he gently strummbed on his guitar and began to sing- "I will sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you have been the only things that right in all i have done .. and i can barly look at you .. but every single time i do i know we will make it anywhere away from here. light up light, as if you have a choice even if you can not hear my voice i will be right beside you dear" Music had always been Roman's safe place when he was struggling in life, it was like he would just pick up his guitar and he would be okay. The past few years he had to go back to basics to learn everything all over again., That was really frustating for him for a boy who needed music- "We think its your time to leave us, we think you need to get out there and find who you really are" His parents quickly said, which made Roman stop and put his guiatr down, realising that right now was going be the start of him finding himself again.    Leaving the only place he had ever known didnt hurt as much as he thought it would, saying bye to his family, yes it was hard but he knew he had to do it, He had come so far already with his life, re learning how to live, they years bewteen 2017 -- 2023 where soul searching on his first adventure, he had stumbled in to a small little village by accident, It was there he met his first frined, His friend being a dog called Megan. She was only 6 months old. He found her in the country road, with a lead on and a little bed next to her, her eyes drew him in, Roman knew that he coudn't just leave her there, so he took her in hand, and went to the nearest police station, -- Roman stayed in that little town just for a few weeks, to see if she would be clamied, as know one ever did, the policeman allowed him to take the puppy, as the pair had bonded so well.    As the years went by the pair traveled around together in his little beat up van. Bonded well. Roman began to take small fits sometimes, and Megan was the one that had grow to know when these fits would happen, She could warn and let him know, and when he got anxious she was very good at calming him down. Once he saw a Dr and had to go on tablets for the fits, as it turned out that he had devopled epilepsy, from the accident the fits calmed down. But Megan was always on guard with a helping paw to help him when life got to much for him. He wasnt sure if he would have manged a life like this if it wasnt for his little dog, as she is now 5 years old, their little bond is as close as ever.-    11th May 2024   You ever belive in the word serendipity? it means finding something unexpected. - or the quote In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined. - this one day this one town has changed Roman's life for good, A simple chance metting with a stranger, but not just a stranger, a stranger that he had felt he had known in a past life, He had never felt that intence feeling to this day-      Soulmate Serendipity maybe he is just home?   Deciding to leave the little town, he was in, he closed his eyes and placed his own finger on the map san diego! This is where it all started, he had been in the town for a couple off, weeks, and had rented a little house, deciding he needed to build his money up, he worked at the local night club,. just performing, and sometimes worked behind the bar, anything he could do really. But it was one busy night when he stumbled across this man. Who has the most besutiful brown eyes and eyelashes that Roman addicated. Really before he meet Benny, he had not thought about what sexuality he was, he wasnt sure he really knows to this day. But all he knew was the minute he saw that man, he never wanted to breathe without him by his side., It was the scariest thing he had ever felt, he still cant explin it, Maybe its just love it doesnt need to be explined-    They spent late at night on the beach talking. they spoke about everything and nothing at all. But it was when he laid his head on Bennys shoulder. and listend to the way he spoke about his family, the way his eyes light up, as they were bought in to a converstaion. The way he understood Roman in a way that know one ever had, He opened up to Benny more or less right away confiding his life to him. telling him his story, But the strange thing was, it didnt feel like meeting someone new, it felt more like re meeting an old friend, someone who he  had knwon before. The bond is something so deep that he can't imagine his life without him .. maybe that is his journey this his purpose maybe he had to leave his family, to find his new story his new life Him. Understanding what feelings are, feeling things for one soul, that he could never put in to words. "I feel like i can rest now .. i have found my home" 

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01. Let's just get this out of the way now. Even though I consider Bill to be my main account.  I can not be online 24/7. I work a physically demanding job during the week and I care for two sick parents. Also I have a life away from this place. I will be here if time or muse hits. I don't like forcing out half handed starters or replies because of a time quota. If you can't be patient please delete me.02. I am a multi-para writer but known to dabble into novella territory when inspired to do so. Even though I do prefer to write in groups I will rp in comments. Messages are strictly for plotting. I do look over spelling and grammar errors due to my own imperfections.03. My version of Bill Compton is strictly based from the show True Blood. I have gone AU with in the sense that he's still the King of Louisiana and he had ended up taking the cure for Hep V. So no he didn't die in the finale, obviously. (Sorry if this is a spoiler.)04. I will say this now I am a grown man well over the age of 21. That will be reflected in the themes I allow in my writing.  Especially since I write themes of gore, blood drinking, violence, adult language, romantic/sensual themes.  I will not RP minor writers. 05. At the time of this blog post. I am involved 3 RPGS - The Catacombs (Which I assist in co-own/help run), Infernal & The Book Of Dreams (which I help admin in).  My priorities to these three groups will come before anything. That doesn't mean I won't rp with people outside of these groups, it just means the needs of the group will come first. If this a problem by all means, unfriend me. 06. Just to nip this in the bud.  Yes I am going to be multi-li or multi-ship here. Does that mean I'm gonna go to poundtown with every female on my page. No. It means if chemistry hits. I will allow more than one LI connection. I don't tolerate jealously. I keep all SLs separate.Now that being said, in real life I am involved with someone who does write on site. I have been for two years and I'm happily in love with this person. Just because I multi-li on Bill doesn't mean I'm open to OOC stuff too. If you blur the line of RP and reality, I will end our pairing and you will be contacted by my very pissed off girlfriend. 07. So I am not one to stick to their own verse. I just find it very restrictive. I will do crossovers as I love them. Verses I am particular keen to rp are within supernatural, sci-fi, fantasy and comic book realm but I'll add anyone as long as its plausiable to rp together. 08. Above all else please have fun and keep this place positive this is my most important rule. I do not like toxicity, bullying or negativity of any kind. If you're not here to write and keep things pleasant then I don't want you on my page.TO ENSURE THESE RULES HAVE BEEN READ. SIGN WITH YOUR NAME OF YOUR MUSE AND A GIF OF THEM OR THE ACTOR/ACTRESS YOU ARE USING. 

Hey what's a God without rules? I have them. They're pretty simple and I'm not picky about them much anymore cause nobody seems to follow them, but please, do your best to do so. In any case, here's a few things to know about my Chuck. Multi-para plus writer. This is obvious. I don't waste my time if your a one liner or paragraph writer only. I don't mind para writing for banter, but for an actually story, please do more then three paragraphs or more for your comment. Spelling and grammer is a must to know. Mature themes. All of my writing will have nc/17 plus themes. If you can't handle it, consider this your trigger warning now. Anything that happens in the show Supernatural will happen in my writing, so I suggest you watch that show for a good idea of how dark things can get.  Crossovers: I can fit Chuck into pretty much ANY universe. He's God after all and pretty much every universe has some version of a God, he can even change his appearance to fit into said universe. Say in Harry Potter, Chuck could be a Slytherin student or professor, in Star Wars? A Jedi Master, so on and so fourth. Just come up with a good storyline and anything is possible. Inactivity: I really don't give a crap if people are inactive around here. I'll never be one to delete someone for not responding right away. I get it, we all have lives and sometimes sh*t happens. This is an escape from real life and not meant to be stressful or taken too seriously. So, if you're one of those people who are very demanding and want a response right away, please delete me now, because you won't like waiting for me to respond and I won't like you sending me fifty thousand messages asking me to respond. I'm a busy God. How I write Chuck: Glad you asked. I can write him for whatever the storyline requires of me. Good God, bad God, two different Gods. Prophet Chuck, just a writer. Anything. I don't mind. I never liked the final season of Supernatural though and would like to rewrite that if I could. So please, let's forget that ever happened. Love Interests: Romantic interests? Chuck dates, yeah. He may flirt and want to do other things while he's pretending to be human. But, I think I will keep Chuck a one love interest for his account type of deal if that happens. Plus, it has to be a good story for us to be romantic interests. Something that will go somewhere and that's not just mindless sex, as fun as that is. I feel like multi-love interest people use that as an excuse to cheat on their current love interest or not satsified by just one writing partner and want to sleep around with more. That's just my opinion though, to each their own. Please no out of character drama. We don't need high school sh*t here, we'reall adults. Please act like one and treat others the way you'd like to be treated in real life.  Don't be a d*ck. This kind of goes with rule number 7, just don't do it. It's not cool. OF COURSE I LOVE BANTER PLEASE SEND ME AN INTRO WITH BANTER AND AN OOC MESSAGE AND I'LL RESPOND! No random comments. We plot first, then write out something after. We can even do a crappy storyline, Chuck's known for those! Just send me a message, I promise I won't smite you, yet. Thanks for reading! I hope those weren't that difficult. You can sign below if you want. USE YOUR JOHN HANC*CK TO DO SO! These are my ten crappy commandments. Hope to hear from you soon! Happy writing.