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GENERAL~Name: Augustine Lexington Nickname: AugustAge: 25 yrDOB: October 31stSign: ScorpioRace: Nephalem*Undercover as a Human!Job: DetectiveSexuality: PansexualNationality: American Height: 5'9"Weight: 148lbEyes: BrownHair: Jet BlackBody: Slim & Lean. Lite skin tone. No tatoos. 

GENERAL~Name: LazarusNickname: Dark AngelAge: 8,000 yrDOB: October 31stSign: AugustineRace: Nephalem / HybridJob: Demon Slayer, NecromancerSexuality: PansexualNationality: Celestial/DemonicHeight: 5'9"Weight: 148lbEyes: CrimsonHair: Jet BlackBody: Slim & Lean. Black angel wings. Lite skin tone. No tatoos. 

Benjamín Cárdenas Mother's DayMother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind – Kahil GibranMamá,First off, let me just say - I know, I know. Your wandering son is actually remembering an important day for once instead of you having to dropping a million hints about it! Consider this an official miracle.But in all seriousness, how could I ever forget to celebrate the most important mujer in my life on Mother's Day? The one who has loved me unconditionally through all my phases, missteps, and unplanned detours over the years. My eternally patient, fiercely loyal, and endlessly supportive madrecita.I think about how you've always been the grounding force, the wisdom, the anchor that keeps our family's ship sailing true no matter how unruly the winds get sometimes. Whether it was navigating Papá's unpredictable work schedule, corralling Mateo and me as hyper little monsters, or pouring your heart into those incredible tamale dinners that brought us all together - you did it all with such boundless love and selflessness.You showed me what it means to have an unbreakable spirit, a tireless work ethic, and faith in something bigger than yourself. And you did it all with such style and grace too! ¿Dónde crees que obtuve mi encanto y buen gusto después de todo? Definitely not from Papá's side, lo siento papi.But most of all Mamá, thank you for always supporting me as I've stumbled along trying to find my way in this world, even when my constant moving around has made you loco at times. You've never judged my rambling soul, only lifted me up and led with so much patience, understanding and aceptación. You see something in me that I can't even see in myself sometimes.I know I don't say it enough, but I love you with todo mi corazón. You are the warmth, the home base, the sanctuary I can come back to no matter how far I wander. And I wouldn't have it any other way.Feliz Día de las Madres, mi luz más brillante. Thanks for walking this life's path alongside me.Con amor eterno,Tu hijoBenjiℬ𝑒𝓃𝒿𝒾./1959615   template credit.

The Waves of Change A moment of self reflectionwww.roleplayer.me/1959615 Benji paddled his board through the serene emerald waters, squinting against the brilliant late afternoon sun. His wetsuit clung to his toned body like a second skin as he drifted, finally allowing the frothing surf to lull him into a rare state of stillness. Out here, the cacophony of the city seemed to fade away — the incessant ring of his phone, his boss's increasingly urgent demands, his parents' well-meaning but insistent pleas about finally settling down. Just the rhythmic push and pull of the tides enveloping him, beckoning escape into the vast unknown.   Closing his eyes, he inhaled the briny sea air deeply. The hypnotic crash of waves triggered a long-buried memory — plastering posters of soaring cliffs and endless blue horizons on his bedroom wall as a restless teenager, desperate to immerse himself in other shores. That unquenchable thirst for exploration had propelled him ever since, from the first cross-country road trip after college to his wild years in Australia to... The realization struck him with surprising force. He'd never truly unpacked the reasons behind his relentless wandering before — always just attributed it to an incurable case of wanderlust. But maybe there was something deeper driving that endless search, an unresolved void he'd been unconsciously attempting to fill all this time.   As the sun began its fiery descent into the shimmering Pacific, Benji felt something unfamiliar stirring inside. Not the exhilarating sense of restlessness that usually seized him, but rather...a strange, profound calm. A sense of being untethered yet momentarily anchored hit him. Floating there, adrift in changing tides, Benji wondered if he was finally ready to evolve. To find shores that could make him want to stay a little longer this time around. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. But as the fading sunlight danced across the glassy waves, he realized he was open to letting the tides chart his next path, wherever they may lead. I am a speck of dust in an ocean of time, floating with the waves of change, vanishing with the infinite.   template credit.

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Gabriella has a place right up the road from her. There's a park there, and at night, it has a beautiful view of the stars. Gabriella loves to go up there and read her book while taking time for herself. It's where she feels the safest because there are people around, but it's also quiet. She has time to do her reading, which she very much enjoys.This place was something she found the day she arrived at her home. She was walking in the neighborhood and came across a park near her house. She noticed it wasn't only an excellent spot to walk and spend most of her free time. She grabs herself a blanket and book and goes there most days when she gets off work. Anyone can find her there, even if it's nighttime.

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&Family"Families are like branches on a tree, we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one." "Tío Benji! Tío Benji!" The high-pitched shrieks of his niece and nephew filled the air as Benji stepped through the door of his parents' home in San Diego. Before he could even get his bearings, two pint-sized tornadoes of energy came barreling toward him. "Hey amigos!" Benji scooped up six-year-old Liam and four-year-old Elena in his arms, grunts of exertion mixing with their peals of delighted laughter. "Getting too big for these famous Tío Benji bear hugs!" "We missed you!" Liam beamed up at his favorite uncle with an adoring gap-toothed grin. "Did you bring us souvenirs?" Ever the precocious one, Elena wasted no time in directing her big brown eyes at Benji with expectant hope. Chuckling, Benji exchanged an amused look with his older brother Mateo, who just shook his head with a resigned smile. "You're too much, ya little hustler," Benji teased Elena, ruffling her dark curls. "Benjamín! Querído, it's so good to have you home." His mother Isabela emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron as she pulled him into one of her warm, enveloping hugs. Breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume, Benji felt the stresses of his high-pressure job in L.A. begin to dissipate. "Gracias mamá. You know I can never stay away too long." "Your tía is almost done with the tamales," his mother said, waving a hand toward the kitchen. "Why don't you go help set the table for abuelita?" "On it!" Benji called over his shoulder as he carried his niece and nephew into the dining room, their delighted shrieks echoing behind him. No matter how far he roamed, these familiar sights, sounds and smells of home would forever ground him in his family's roots. Their love and laughter was his deepest anchor, the thing that untethered him from worries and struggles. And that was priceless.   template credit.   

Demigods󠀠While many of the Gods had legitimate children, full-blooded Gods, and Goddesses, many more had bastard children, mostly with mortal women. These children were born powerful, not as powerful as if they were full-blooded but still with abilities far beyond that of any mortal or mortal magic wielder. These children were considered demigods. And not cast out like most bastards. Many Gods claimed their children early on in their life, one had raised his child since her birth, Hades.Yes, even Hades had a child. His only child given no respectable Goddess would ever consider procreating with the shunned and disgraced God of the Underworld. His daughter's name was Selena. She was the result of a brief love affair with a mortal woman, a witch. She was known among the mortals as the Wicked Witch. So it was easy to say that Selena hardly came from the best of parents. For this reason, she too was somewhat shunned by the other Gods and Goddesses.Aphrodite however took pity on Selena. She had met her on a few occasions as a child, Selena and one of Aphrodite's own children Eros had formed quite a close bond, which in turn brought both she and him to the Underworld more and more to visit with Selena who proved to be quite an exceptional girl as she grew.Visits to the Underworld did take their toll on Aphrodite though, it was a very dark place. So after some negotiations, Aphrodite had received permission to bring Selena from the Underworld to the land of the living. There she could be introduced to others like her, cousins. She could begin to form connections more than just with her father. While Hades did genuinely care for his daughter, and tried his best. He was hardly the best influence.Now Aphrodite had received permission from the other Gods to allow Hades' child to mingle with their own she hadn't exactly asked Hades permission to take his daughter from the Underworld to the land of the living. She thought she'd have Selena back before she was truly missed so why ask? Why risk being shot down and told no? This would prove to be a mistake. Hades kept a very close eye on his daughter, every moment of every day.On this day Selena was with some of her female cousins, demigoddesses like herself. Aphrodite had gathered them all to a lavish castle surrounded by beautiful gardens. There they were dressed properly and allowed to play with one another and explore the large castle, something most of them were not accustomed to. Happily, Selena ran through the halls of the castle with her newfound playmates.It was all so happy, so light-hearted. Something Selena rarely experienced given the dark place she resided with her father. Giggling, twirling, and rushing through the halls all the girls, Selena included, stopped when someone appeared before them in a cloud of blue smoke. There stood Hades, his head ablaze with fire, his normal when truly angry.All the girls screamed and ran away, Selena turned to watch them, calling out to them. "Wait! It's just.." she turned to look back to Hades. "My dad." She said sounding very unpleased to see him. Without words, Selena knew her time here was over. That Hades was here to bring her back to the Underworld. All the pleading and reasoning with Aphrodite would not save her from the fate of returning back with her father.󠀠 template credit.

Tatum was the type to always love drowning herself into yoga. It was a lot better than the alternative that she had done for many years. After her brother's death it wasn't easy for her, and she resulted in finding the comfort in a few pills. This was causing such a downward spiral for her until she started to see a therapist. The suggestions usually had been a flop all but one. That had been channeling her sadness and anger into a workout of some form. She found this in YOGA. It was not even a hesitation for her when she was just starting her new career at Rosewood & Co. She was always the type to over work herself a trait she had gotten from her father. It was also something she loved and hated all the same. However, it was a big move to make but Tatum had purchased a small building a few blocks from her family's firm. This was her safe space. Her one place where she can go and not have to worry. She was able to be free so to speak and it made her feel at home. Things haven't always been easy for her and with her career she was often on edge. It didn't help that she was only filling her older brothers' shoes. She found solace in her little studio. She had it decked out in all of her favorite things that opened her mind to be clearer. She had a lot of nature paintings and some she had done herself, another little hobby of hers. Sometimes you would even find her staying the night there. She had a nice little office and room off to the side of the room she set up for yoga. Whenever she was here, she felt at her safest. A place to unwind and just really connect with herself through some intense yoga and meditation.

(Writing sample for Ben below. Some of his backstory is LOOSELY based on film.)Ben "Mute" Lanigan had always loved horses. Their might, their energy, even their smell always appealed to the man who learned at a very young age that he possessed a gift for whispering their language. Where other white men made it their mission to break an equine's spirit for the sake of submission and burden, the quiet but troubled orphan within Ben Lanigan reached adulthood with a stronger liking for sharing the breath of horses than breaking bread with other humans. Spoken words weren't usually necessary with his four-legged companions. They were closer to God than earthly men could ever aspire to be.Stealing horses for himself held a special thrill, however, regardless as to whether he committed the theft out of sport or necessity. After all, Ben Lanigan wasn't a damned saint. And his brief stint as a preacher down in Mexico had been short-lived.He was almost euphoric by the time he crossed into the Montana Territory with a newly acquired chestnut mare in tow. Justifying the midnight exchange on some remote rancher’s land as a blessing for his exhausted mount, the man mentally swore on a battered bible that his thievery was an act of charity. Maybe the Good Lord above would forgive his moment of weakness in scratching an old itch, overlooking how Ben indulged a bad habit from his former life with all the zeal of a reluctant teetotaler returning to the bottle. He was trying to be a better man, after all, but the road to goodness sure had been a rough one.The thrill was fleeting, disappearing with his realization that criminal tendencies shouldn’t be celebrated. Rejoicing in lawlessness was a sin, but maybe, just maybe, he could explain his actions from a different angle if Heaven ever tried denying him entry on that technicality. A refreshed beast could carry him further, his mind reasoned, so he wouldn’t have to risk another night out in the elements. Up to that moment, he'd survived fires, gunshot wounds, native warriors justifiably hostile toward white men and soldiers, and the hired guns of an old ally who was now Ben’s deadly nemesis. Surely God had his back for a reason, some special purpose yet to be realized. Figuring it out and cleaning up his act deserved full attention. He’d have to be alive for that, wouldn’t he?The sooner he reached a safer destination, someplace civilized far from the southern border, the quicker the outlaw could focus on living the life of a repentant, moral citizen in earnest. It was the means to an end, to pick up where he had left off in working off his sins in service to humanity, and service to God for saving his wretched life.Wolf Whelan had interrupted that service down in Mexico - violently. And Ben “Mute” Lanigan had been on the run again ever since.His funds were rapidly dwindling. A small amount of gold was left over from the months Ben spent wading through the Wyoming Territory’s frigid rivers, taking advantage of the more sparsely populated panning sites in the waning but still lucrative days of the area’s prospectors. It was enough to secure himself a room at some ramshackle boarding house in the first town he spotted once the sun rose over the Rockies. Pointedly avoiding the temptations of the saloon and all the trouble of whiskey and women it promised, Ben secured his horse and dropped his weary bones to the first real bed he’d known in, well, how long had it been, exactly? He slept like the dead, awakening the following dawn disoriented but strangely refreshed.It was his thirtieth birthday season, he recalled, or something close to it at least, seeing as how the exact date was uncertain. Against all odds, he’d lived to complete another turn around the sun.Today. I’ll start again today, I swear it. There was no way a man like Whelan, who much preferred the warmer country closer to Mexico, would bother tracking him this far north. I can be anyone here, I’ll repent. I’ll start again and put back what I took from this world, even if it’s not the same way I tried down in Hermosillo. It starts today.But as Ben stared at his distorted reflection in the filthy mirror above the equally filthy wash basin, he couldn’t fully stifle the nagging voice from within, a jeering declaration that he would never be rid of the blood on his hands. No matter how many verses of scripture he memorized for application to his new life, he would still be that same kid who’d grown up under the wing of a notoriously sadistic outlaw. Wolf Whelan made Jesse James look like a choir boy, and Ben had been in training to follow in those same footsteps.The straight razor in Ben’s hand paused in its glide over his cheek, a menacing shadow settling over his prominent brows. He had been called handsome by some, boyish by others, but the ugliness within was hardly a distant memory. He could see straight into it.You forget, I know you, Whelan’s voice piped up in Ben’s imagination. You’re a natural killer, always have been. Denying what a man is just makes him a fraud. And frauds got no more business living than that ole Padre who thought he could talk us into turning ourselves in by filling us with all that sh*t about ‘arrepentimiento’. You’ll never be anything else.“Just watch me, you son of a bitch,” Ben hissed under his breath with a renewed sense of conviction. He left his room half shaven, a scattering of black whiskers still dusting his jaws.***“Ma’am.” Ben tipped his hat politely with the ghost of a smile. He held the door open for the young woman who was just then leaving the post office as he arrived. They passed one another without further word as strangers, oblivious to what the Fates, or perhaps even Chaos, intended for when their paths would cross once more that very day.Most towns he’d seen posted various community announcements in post offices or train depots. Ben made a beeline for the notice board seconds after stepping over the threshold while the clerk’s attention was focused on another customer. One could obtain a quick feel for a town just by scanning the advertisements, job postings and public ordinances, a habit he had long ago developed with every new location. Relieved to not find a crudely sketched likeness of himself or Whelan on a Reward poster, he relaxed and took his time perusing the notices. He would need to find some new way of earning a living without divulging his skills in cattle rustling, horse stealing, bank robbing, stagecoach holdups or random murders of innocent civilians. And he would have to find it quickly.One particular posting caught his attention. Tugging it from the board, he approached the counter and patiently waited for his turn. A balding older gentleman with crooked spectacles eventually greeted him, and Ben motioned to the job vacancy in his hand.“Howdy! I was wonderin’ what you might be able to tell me about this ranch that’s advertising for a new hand?”The clerk lifted his brows in an expression akin to delight. “Oh! Well, that would be something to ask Miss Sarah Clayton about. She runs the place with her father, although she’s the authority for hiring inquiries. In fact, she just left as you were coming in - you might still be able to catch her in town.”Quickly describing the lady for the newcomer, Downes didn’t even have time to get the fellow’s name before Ben was racing out the door. Glancing down one side of the street then the other, Ben was half afraid he’d missed her. Then, catching a distant glimpse of a woman heading into the general store who bore a resemblance to the clerk’s description, Ben scuttled along the boardwalk and followed her inside. Halting his steps as she spoke to the clerk with her list of needed items, Ben waited until the aproned man left them to fetch something from the storeroom.“I beg your pardon, but do I have the pleasure of addressing Miss Duncan?” Politely removing his hat, he nodded when she turned toward him in response.“I understand you’re the author of the job posting over at the post office, for the ranch hand vacancy. Name’s Brody. Thomas Brody.”His deception was based on something far worse than some harmless little white lie, a necessary evil he employed in order to make peace between himself and the Almighty. He wanted another chance, needed it, motivated by an all-consuming thirst for redemption without sacrificing a newfound desire for anonymity. God knew who he really was - the unsuspecting residents of his current location surely wouldn’t suffer from not being in on the secret. He intended to live amongst them without incident.What was not forced, however, was the warmth in his dark eyes as he greeted the lady with a polite, gentlemanly demeanor. Softly spoken, his manner was pleasant enough, because despite the bloody ways of the past, Ben Lanigan had always been respectful toward the fairer sex. Being raised by wolves hadn’t robbed him of that innate quality, at least.“I don’t have references handy, seein’ as how my horse and cattle ranch experiences have been mostly seasonal transitory, but I’ve just arrived fresh from gold panning in all parts northwest of Cheyenne, and am truly itching to get back to working with the animals. And I'm more than capable for any other jobs you might need done. I’m a hard worker, reliable and unencumbered, so I could start right away.”

Had to use the corny pun, sorry not sorry.Cassandra is a mutated human with animal genes spliced into her DNA; chiefly among them is the tiger and cephalopod.  This DNA grants her characteristic traits of the animals, while also having some of their drawbacks and behavioral traits.Cassandra has the strength and agility of a tiger, along with keen hearing, retractable claws, and enhanced eyesight. Unfortunately, she also inherited the fur and patterns of the tiger, making her stand out from other humans.The cephalopod attribute grants Cass limited shapeshifting ability, mainly the change in her skin pigmentation and body shape.  This does not allow her to change bulk or size, merely altering her appearance to better blend in with society.  With enough focus, she can "look normal", but it takes considerable concentration and effort on her part.  Breaking her focus, and she will resume her new 'natural' state.TBC...

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0. Disclaimer: This is a role-play account. I am not affiliated with Brittany  Robertson and I am not this adorable dog either. This is just for fun!1. Don't come at me with just straight up smut. We need to have a story-line going with it.2. Put some effort into your stories. Give me at least 100 words or more. The more details the better!!3. Spell Check your writing. I don't expect perfect writing all the time, just do your best.4. Messages are for OOC/Plotting Only 5. Group Fourm are for Storylines, Drabbles and such. 6. Please write in the Deep First-person point of view. The deep First-person point of view takes the reader even deeper into a character’s inner world, allowing them to experience the story as if they are inside the character’s head and seeing the scene play out as the character does. The story is being told from so deeply within the experience of the POV character that the narrator doesn’t even seem to be present. The deep first-person POV is intimate, using pronouns such as “I”, “Me”, or “We”. The narrator holds nothing back from the reader when exposing the character’s inner life. The reader sees and feels events just as the character does.