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Preferred Writing Style: Multi-paragraph to novella writing in group format within my own topic.Narrative Perspective: Third person only, please.No Godmoding: Avoid godmoding or power play in writing.Character Inclusion: Crossovers and OCs are welcome, but please provide information about your character.Romantic Interactions: Single love interest with chemistry only. Once committed, I remain loyal to my writing partner.Discussion and Starters: Open to discussing ideas before writing, but also open to random starters that make sense.Content Restrictions: No smut, rape, incest, excessive violence, or torture. Attempts to introduce such content will result in deletion and blocking.

╔                      ╗ g e n e r a l ╚                      ╝ ┈┈┈┈┈◦•✩•◦┈┈┈┈┈ ✩ name :: -Sora Aliceij   ✩ nickname :: -Aice   ✩ gender :: -female   ✩ sexual orientation :: -bi   ✩ age :: -17   ✩ birthday :: -10/01   ✩ zodiac sign :: -Libra   ✩ species :: -human   ✩ nationality :: -Japanese   ✩ place of birth :: -Tokyo ╔                      ╗ a b i l i t i e s ╚                      ╝ ┈┈┈┈┈◦•✩•◦┈┈┈┈┈ ✩ ability :: -animal shift   ✩ ability description :: -she can shape shift into different animals   ✩ preferred weapon :: -scythe   ✩ strengths :: -fast   ✩ drawbacks :: -exhaustion   ╔                      ╗ s t a t s ╚                      ╝ ┈┈┈┈┈◦•✩•◦┈┈┈┈┈ ✩ intellect :: -6   ✩ confidence :: -2   ✩ agility :: -8   ✩ stamina :: -9   ✩ patience :: -4   ✩ charisma :: -?   ✩ speed of attack :: -3   ✩ speed of dodging :: -6   ✩ attack strength :: -4   ✩ courage :: -3   ✩ teamwork :: -3 

An adult-oriented celebrity roleplay community is currently open for new members. Only looking for writers and characters 18+ Message me for an invite link ! Welcome to Moon-Light city, the biggest and most active celebrity RP/ERP server on Discord! Do you want a discord server to call home? Do you want to find a place to RP in peace, drama free? Do you just want to OOC chat with us? Do you only want to post cute pictures on Insta and comment on other’s people’s cute pictures? Do you just want to bring your own writing partner and take advantage of our infrastructure, events and moderation? Well, you can come do it all or just some of it in Moon-Light. Amongst the many things we offer: In Characters housing ranging from hotel rooms to mansions, decorate and role play the house of your dreams! IC Phones(text) for an immersive Role-playing experience when setting up dates and discussing with your writing partners. IC social media, interact and meet celebrities throughout Insta, Insta-stories, X(Twiter), TikTok or Cupid swipe channels! Fear not we offer multiple conventional RP finder channels as well! Events, we assure you there will always be an event running with Open RP and a chance to meet new people. Currently our community leaders our making their own guilds and competing for the best and the biggest party! Businesses, start your own business, hire other Celebrities to work for you or simply interact with Celebrities through their business ventures! A plethora of channels and locations for you to explore. An ever-rotating roster of Celebrities, fear not if your favorite is taken, he/she/they will become free sooner or later! Out biggest selling point is the community itself, we strive to create a big family that's there for each other in both IC and OCC. If you feel like you need home, give Moon-Light a go

Biographical Information   Name:Willow Naysu Nicknames:Low Alias:Alice Emily Ross Personal Information   Status:Alive  Age:100 Birthday:10/01 Gender:female Height:4ft Race:Subclass Nationality:Japanese Hometown:Kyoto Vampire Type:Subclass Occupation:singerdancingGuitaristartist  Appearance   top picture   Hair Color:pink Eye Color:red Outfit:depends Personality   introvet   Likes:men -sex -huge d*cks -sweets -dogs   Dislikes:rudeness     Hobbies:reading-singing-dancing-drawing   Background   n/a Plot   n/a Powers & Abilities   shape shift Relationships   dead Stats   Strength:4/10 Tactics:6/10 Cooperativeness:6/10 Mental:3/10 Appearance: 7/10 Other   Seiyuu:? Character Song:MahiKuro [AMV] - Crushcrushcrush - YouTube Debut:Anime Episode 6 Ship:LaWil/LawLow Quotes   ``BE PATIENT!!``  Trivia   1.omega   2.go into heat at random   3.Lawless`s subclass   4.anxious  —- Template created by Neo’s Girlfriend

"We've decided to send Roma to unbind the Wallace lineage." Anyone who knew anything knew how ugly that was going to get. Every member at the tablewidened their eyes momentarily and looked anywhere but at Roma. For once she witnessed themglad they weren't her rather than wishing they were. Roma smirked, but the Unseelie king rose from his seat. "No. That's Morgan le Fey's lineage, too." Roma's queen kept her composure, seated and relaxed. "All the more reason to send Roma. She's the only onestrong enough and it's time to purify the Wallace lineage. You of all should know better than tounderestimate her, Riley. She can free his children from that wretched sorceress and the devilsthey've accumulated over the years. We won't eradicate the Wallace family tree for they are too preciousto us, but they have to be stopped. They're getting worse with each generation." Since the death of their son, Roma could barely stand the sight of the Unseelie king. She kept her eyesfixated on her lap, trusting her queen to shut him up. Only he stood tall, his fingertips pressing into the tabletop, refusing to drop his argument."Morgan will strip her down before she gets her chance. She's wiped from history for a reason."The Seelie queen only shook her head slowly, her bright eyes never leaving Riley's darker hues. "I have nodoubt the witch will try to overtake Roma. For some time we may allow her to if only to infiltrateher dominion. It'll take a great deal of time, but I believe in Roma." "If Morgan doesn't kill her, those ignorant humans will.""They may try," the queen quickly retorted, "no one will touch my Roma. Think about it, Riley...If you love her so dearly then what makes you think God won't? He'll see her and He'll loveher. Once she has His attention, she'll be fine. She'll replenish our purest Wallace bloodlineand complete her mission with no troubles. Also, consider the retribution you'll finally get thegreen light on..." From the corner of her eye, Roma could see the hesitation in Riley's figure as he shifted his weight. She heardhis deep inhale and finally she looked at him. His gaze had fallen from the queen's and down to the table. A moan fell from his lips and Roma noticed he had closed his eyes. For only a moment, she felt for him again,deep in her stomach as she had before. "You're right," he said as he lowered himself back into his seat."If they touch her, I'll use their stolen magics on them...first. And they won't be able to resist her." TheUnseelie king's eyes found Roma's and the sensations within her strengthened. She felt the weight of his gaze,her breath catching, and it took her a moment to find the power to tear her eyes from his, blushingdeeply as she did. "I'll approve it... Under one condition - I go with her." Roma's brows furrowed and she looked to her queen. "No, he won't. I can do this on my own."The queen took a deep breath, her eyes on Roma, always softest with her youngest. After a long moment ofsilence, the queen looked to Riley and nodded in agreement. Roma's jaw dropped. "Mother, no. Please."Roma could sense Riley's irritation, but she kept her eyes on her queen. "Roma, my love, it's for yourprotection. He'll guide you through and you'll never be alone. The forces that'll seek todestroy you only Riley can bridle. Until you've reached God, you'll need him." You're Mine.

In the age of arts and beauty known as the Renaissance, there was a young witch named Estrana, or Estra for short. A child of a prestigious lineage, Estra was pure-blooded witch of noble blood , nurtured within the safe walls of her ancestral mansion. Her childhood was steeped in the arcane, with her early years dedicated to the study of botanical lore. Estra had a natural affinity for the lush greenery of her home's expansive gardens, tending to the herbs with an almost maternal devotion.As the youngest of three siblings, Estra cherished her freedom, which was more abundant than that of her elder siblings. Her curiosity was as untamed as the woods she frequented, where she would forage for new specimens to transplant into her personal gardens.Upon reaching her seventeenth year, her education took a 360 turn towards the broader and darker aspects of her heritage—subjects that failed to ignite her passion as the gardens did. This included the dark rites and concoctions lethal to vampires and werewolves, secret family knowledge passed down through generations.Estra was sheltered, living a life distanced from the age-old feud between vampires and werewolves—a conflict she though distant and never imagining that her destiny was entwined with it. However, as the conflict escalated into an all-out war between vampires and werewolves, the witches, including Estra's family, were forced into choosing a side. Aligning with the vampires, they played a important role in the push back of werewolves from their shared territories.The vampires, emboldened by victory, betrayed the witches. They slew the Witch-Queen of England, along with the noble families that supported her, aiming to weaken the witches' power and to gain supremacy.Amidst the bloodshed, Estra, the sole survivor of her house, fled, hiding in the forest she knew well. Yet, her respite was short-lived; she was hunted down, her life seemingly ended by the deadly fangs of the vampire.Death, however, was not the end for Estra. She awoke in the embrace of the forest, her skin pale as moonlight, her body bare, and her senses overwhelmed by a newfound thirst—an insatiable hunger for blood. Estra had been reborn as the very creature her family had taught her to despise: a vampire.Beneath the towering canopies of ancient trees, Estra wandered, each step a silent confirmation to her solitude. The forest, once a place of comfort and exploration in her witching days, now stood as a dark path of shadows. She yearned for the familiarity of the hidden witch's village, a place interwoven with memories of her past life—a past that seemed as distant.The curse of her new existence was heavily on her soul or what she had left of it. The woodland creatures, once subjects of her gentle fascination, had become prey to her predatory urges. The blood they offered was small, unable to quell the deep, craving for the rich and potent lifeblood she so desperately needed.As the outline of the village shown through the trees, an ember of hope ignited within Estra. Perhaps among these dwellings of her former kin, she might find safety, or even allies. However, the dark reality greeted her like a cold wind. Doors closed and windows shuttered at her presence; the villagers withdrew from her as though she were the harbinger of their demise. The whispered reverence once afforded to her noble lineage now turned to hushed scorn for the vampire they perceived her to be.In the chilling rejection, a solitary act of mercy flickered through the scorn. A witch, older than the rest, whose eyes held stories of old eras, saw past Estra's cursed facade. This solitary soul offered her shelter and, more crucially, blood— obtained from a willing sacrifice. It was an exchange, a pact of survival for wisdom.In the sanctuary provided by the old witch, Estra dedicated herself to a rigorous discipline. She imparted every nuance of her knowledge about herbs, their healing properties, and the arcane secrets of their use in powerful potions. Each session was a struggle with her darker nature, a nature that she very slowly learned to master with an iron resolve born from her desire to retain what remained of her humanity.The old witch, whom Estra came to know as Morwenna, was a gatekeeper of lost lore and ancient wisdom. Morwenna's kindness was not without caution, for she understood the gravity of harboring a creature as potent and unpredictable as a vampire, yet her gaze held no fear.Together, they delved deeper into the mysteries of herbology than Estra ever had before. Morwenna taught her the forgotten ways, spells that danced on the edge of light and darkness, potions that could heal or harm, sedate or stir. In exchange, Estra offered her own knowledge, secrets of her noble lineage, and her newfound understanding of the vampiric condition. Under Morwenna's guidance, Estra discovered herbs that could somewhat sate her bloodlust, allowing her a semblance of the control she so desperately sought. From Estra, Morwenna learned about the weakness of vampires and what they are capable off, what herbs worked on them and what herbs did not.As Estra grew more adept at harnessing her urges, she also learned of the village's issues. It was not just fear that caused them to close their doors to her but a deep sorrow that had loomed over the village. The witches had lost many of their own in the war, and their alliance with the vampires had left them isolated, vulnerable to the surrounding threats.Recognizing her unique position, Estra began to wonder if her dual nature might be a bridge between the villagers and the new vampire lords. She thought of revealing her identity, offering herself as a bridge for peace. But such thoughts were sweeped away by the sharp remembrance of betrayal and the burning loss of her family.Estra's nights were restless, filled with vivid dreams of her past life, her family, and visions of the war. She relived the horrifying moment of her death and rebirth, the pain, and the primal fear. Yet, each morning, she rose with a firmer will to make a new path, one that would honor the memory of her lost kin and protect the remnants of her kind.Morwenna had seen much in her years, and she recognized the fires of potential burning in Estra's eyes. She began to nurture not just the young vampire's knowledge but also her spirit, preparing her for a role she might have to take.On a night much like any other, with the silver sickle of the moon hanging low, a knock came upon Morwenna's door. The village was under threat, and the elders had nowhere left to turn. With a heavy heart and a saddened soul, Morwenna knew the time had come to reveal Estra's presence and the double-edged sword of her existence. For the village's survival might well depend on the very vampire they had once shunned.The elder witch's hands, gnarled with wisdom and age, hesitated on the latch. With a glance back at Estra, whose eyes glimmered with a mix of anticipation and dread, Morwenna opened the door. Standing in the threshold was a group of the village's remaining elders, their faces with the lines of desperate decisions.The air was thick with the scent of fear and moss as they entered, their eyes moved around the room, avoiding the shadowed corner where Estra stood, just out of the candlelight's reach. They spoke of a threat: a band of hunter, neither vampire nor werewolf, but men whose hearts had turned dark with the lust for power and control over supernatural beings. The village, w1eakened by losses and betrayals, was in their path. They hunted all be it vampire, witch or werewolves.Estra listened, her heart silent but her spirit stirred. This was her home, these were her people, in blood if not in current form. She stepped forward, emerging into the light. Murmurs of shock and a collective step backward from the group greeted her, but she stood firm, the light catching the pale glow of her skin."I am Estra," she declared, her voice carrying the strength of her lineage and her vampiric curse, "once of your kin, now something more. I offer you my protection, for my fate is entwined with yours."The room fell into a tense silence, the villagers trapped between Estra and the stark reality that approached them. It was Morwenna who broke the silence, her voice carrying the weight of her years, "She has knowledge beyond any we have seen, and power that we need. If we turn her away, we turn away our hope."The elders whispered amongst themselves in hushed, urgent tones. The situation was dire; the choice seemed to be one of survival, regardless of old prejudices and fears. They turned back to Estra, their decision made more out of necessity than acceptance.Estra, for her part, felt a surge of purpose she hadn't known since her transformation. This was her chance to protect, to redeem, to bridge the worlds she belonged to—both the light of her witch heritage and the dark of her vampiric curse.The plans were laid that night. Estra would not only defend the village but also train the witches in the art of combat, both mystical and physical. She helped them to harness the powers that lay dormant within them.In the weeks that followed, the village transformed. Under Estra's tutelage, barriers were fortified with spells, and traps laid with enchantments. The witches, young and old, practiced incantations and brewed potions that blurred the lines between witchcraft and the darker arts Estra had come to know from her family.The night the hunters arrived, they found not a village filled with fear but a place of united strength. Estra stood by them in battle.The battle was fierce, the air alive with the clash of magic and steel. Estra fought with a grace, her spells weaving seamlessly with her strikes, her fangs bared not in thirst but in the need to protect her home.As dawn approached, the tide turned. The hunters, realizing too late the might they had underestimated, retreated into the waning darkness from whence they came. The village had survived.In the aftermath, as the villagers nursed their wounds and repaired their homes, a newfound respect for Estra took root. She remained the child of night, walking a path lit by moon and star, but she was also their shoulder to lean on —their bridge between day and night, life and the eternal, witch and vampire. A complex treaty had been created between her and the village.Estra wanted to warn other about the threat of the hunters. If her village was attacked then others must be facing the same fate.   As she traveled village to village , a powerful yet paranoid witch, recognizing the threat and potential within her, ensnared her in a spell-induced slumber, a sleep spanning centuries.Estra awoke in the year 2019, to a world alien from the one she knew. The once-whispering forests had fallen silent, replaced by the march of progress and technology. Her journey now cut short in  modern age, where the supernatural lurked in the shadows of skyscrapers.

✔ - Yes ⨯ - No - - Maybe   RP Comfort Meme       Locations:   ✔ On-Site   ✔ Discord   - Forum   ⨯ Skype   ✔ Google Docs   - Other   Participants:   ✔ One on one role plays.   ✔ Up to three people.   ⨯ Up to four people.   ⨯ Five or more people!   ⨯ As big as possible!     Post Length:   - One or two sentences.   ✔ One or two paragraphs.   ✔ Two to five paragraphs.   - More than five paragraphs.   ⨯ A few pages worth.       I am comfortable role-playing with people who write:   - One or two sentences.   ✔ One or two paragraphs.   ✔ Two to five paragraphs.   ✔ More than five paragraphs.   ⨯ A few pages worth.       Role-play Requests:   ✔ Anyone and everyone at any time!   ✔ When I ask for role-plays.   ⨯ From friends and acquaintances.   ⨯ From friends only.     Shipping:   ⨯ Never.   ✔ Our character know each other deeply.   ⨯ Our character know each other deeply, and I know I can trust the role-player.   ⨯ At the first sign of flirting!   ⨯ Only if the role-player and I plan it.   ✔ It depends on the character.       ~If you're interested in pairing characters feel free to ask me about it. Would be best after we rped for a bit to see if they get along with one another.~       Speed:   ⨯ Swift as lightening! -  Fast, but not super fast.   ✔ Happens in about three months.   ✔ Slow and steady wins the race.   ⨯ Slugs know what's up!   ✔ My relationships know no speed. They happen if they happen.       Smut:   ⨯ To skip the act entirely.   ✔ To write the build up, but skip the act.   ✔ To write the act only if it is very special, but otherwise skip it.   ✔ To write the act all the way through. ( Depends on how well I know you. Mostly skip tho )       Romantic Artwork:   ⨯ Do not post it at all without talking to me.   ✔ Post it if it is cuddles and hugs.   ✔ Post it if it is kisses.   ✔ Post it if it is much more. ( As long as my character is tagged )   ⨯ Do not post it at all if it depicts sexual acts!   ⨯ Do not post it where I can see it, but draw what you like!           Violence:   ⨯ No violence at all!   ✔ I'm fine with verbal arguments!   ✔ Some violence, like a paper cut, or an accidental elbow to the face.   ✔ Mild violence, such as punching, kicking, hair pulling.   ✔ Violence, such as stabbings.   ⨯ Beyond violence, such as torture and more.       If you are going to do something violent, please:   ⨯ Don't do it at all.   ✔ Talk to me about it first. Unless it’s a foreseen fight   ⨯ Surprise me!       Dramatic Artwork:   ⨯ Do not post any dramatic scenes that happened between our characters.   ⨯ Talk to me about it before posting!   ✔ Post what you like!

PLAYLISTWhat Else Can I Do? - YouTubeWaiting On A Miracle (Spoilers) - YouTubeIt's Alright - Splinter AMV - ROTTMNT - YouTubeROTTMNT "Shell Shocked" AMV - YouTube(77) TMNT - Superhero - ROTTMNT AMV - YouTube(77) RotTMNT AMV ||Born for This|| - YouTubeImmortals - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie AMV - YouTubeROTTMNT Raph AMV "Never Alone" - YouTubeSuperhero - AMV - ｢ROTTMNT RAPH」 - YouTubeOpen Arms || Rise of the TMNT Animatic - YouTubeRottmnt future leo – nothing ever changes - YouTubeRottmnt raph, leo, donnie, mikey sings cupid - YouTubeLeo and sonic Singing IA Cover- I'm Still Standing (Elton john) #rottmntleo #sonicmovie #iacover - YouTubeROTTMNT Leo and Donnie singing - Follow The Leader (AI Cover) - YouTube Juli's OC Template!  ~Name~KRIS ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 《"Need any assistance?"》   ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ~Basic~ Name *Kristen Ross*   Nickname *Kris*   Age *13*   Gender *female*   Pronouns *her/she*   Date of Birth *04/12*   Place of Birth *New York*   Ethnicity or Species *Native American/Human*   Job *student/ninja/singer   World *Earth* ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  《"AWESOME!"》   ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ~Appearance~ Height *5ft*   Weight *140lbs*   Skin Tone *pale*   Facial Shape *round*   Eye Color *brown and green*   Eye Shape *round*   Nose Shape *small*   Distinguishing Feature(s) *scars covering her eyes*   Other Facial Features *n/a*   Hair Style *messy*   Hair Color (Natural) *pink*   Hair Color (Dyed/Current) *n/a*   Body Type *plus sized*   Posture *depends*   Style *depends*   Tool(s)//Something Always With Them *scythe/daggers*   Accessories *choker*   Face Claim *oc* ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 《"sshh"》   ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ~Life~ Skills *singingdancingdrawingfighting*   Incompetence *?*   Strength//Talents *fastsmart*   Weakness *weak*   Hobbies *readingsingingdancingdrawinglistening to music*   Interests *music*   Habits *biting*   Pets *wolves*   Area of Residence *New York*   Home Description *apartment complex*   Neighborhood *?*   Organization *TMNT*   Income *$80,000*   Job satisfaction *Most*   Health *good*  ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 《"RAAPH!!"》   ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ~Attitude~ Personality *introvert*   Moral *n/a*   Self-Control 3/10   Motivation *n/a*   Discouragement *?*   Intelligence Level 6/10   Confidence Level 2/10   Philosophy *?*   Greatest Fear *darkness*   Phobias *needles*  

𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘺 . . . 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 ╰─➤ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰. ╰─➤ 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ╰─➤ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 ╰─➤ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 ╰─➤ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰 . . . 𓆉 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𓆉 ———————— 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 |Yuki Soma 𝗮𝗴𝗲 |15+ 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 |04/12 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 |Scorpio  𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 |female 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 |bi 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲/𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 |Asian/Japanese 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 |her/she . . . 𓆉 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𓆉 ———————— 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 |round 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 |purple 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 |round 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 |soft/fragile/pale 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 |whitish pink 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 |small/skinny/petite 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 |4ft 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 |60lbs 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 |depends 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 |collar . . . 𓆉 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𓆉 ———————— 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹 |introvert 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 |happy 𑁍nice 𑁍caring 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 |anxious 𑁍depressed 𑁍overwhelmed 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 |sex 𑁍Deku 𑁍huge d*cks 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 |rudeness 𑁍bullies 𑁍mushrooms 𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 |reading 𑁍drawing 𑁍singing . . . 𓆉 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 𓆉 ———————— 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 |meh 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 |deaf 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮(𝘀) |darkness 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀(𝗲𝘀) |slow learner 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝘀) |n/a 𝗵𝘆𝗴𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲 |good . . . 𓆉 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𓆉 —————————— 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝘀) |heroartistsinger 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 |singingdrawing 𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |UA 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 |hero 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 |shape shift 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |exactly what it sound like 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 (-/𝟭𝟬) |5 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝘀 |exhaustionweak ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴: 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴  

Age Restriction: No Kids. Must be at least 18 yrs old or older, both your Character & Yourself.Drama Policy: RL type is not allowed, RP type is accept Writing Style: Detailed in 3rd Person. No 1st Person.Reply Length: Para & Multi-para. Nothing more or less.Comments: Usually for fun Banter and Greetings are Optional.Messages: 1x1 Long-term Storylines, Banter Involving Adult Content & Private Greetings/Discussions.Literacy: Highly Desired. Example: Their and There are different but sound the same. Romance: Multi-Ships. Chemistry & Trust required. Encouraged to be Actively Online to keep the story alive. Do not force a ship, this will get you deleted!Real Life: We all have one, it's comes first and things happen, allow me 3-5 days to get back to you!  

Dusk.The sun had already slipped below the horizon, but still, the rosy glow of its fading light lingered. Leaves crunched underfoot, each step taking her deeper into the darkness of the forest. Nox shrugged off her clothes until she was dressed only in shadows of the waning daylight, each discarded garment forming a trail in her wake. Normally, Adelphe made an effort to conceal her presence--not to mention spare herself the clean-up in the morning--but tonight was different. Tonight, the moon was closer to the earth than usual and its pull on Noxy's lupine nature was especially potent.Her pulse quickened with anticipation. The moon's magic sang through her veins, provoking the primal forces that lurked in the depth of her psyche to awaken. This didn't feel real. Each movement was clumsy; growing less and less aware of her surroundings. Branches clawed against her as Nox moved through the forest in a dreamlike haze, they left their make in bloody red trails that quickly closed back up. There was an awareness of other creatures, but none of which the white-haired werewolf cared to take note. And even if they were note worthy, would she have cared? No, her focus was on something she couldn't really see, but it pulled at her nonetheless. And she, the white wolf had no choice by to obey.Step by step, the change came in phases. Bones snapped, twisting into new shapes under her flesh with a jarring grinding sound. Nox's posture contorted, no longer able to support her upright posture. Blanketed in snow-white fur, the lupine lady continued on all fours. She slid effortlessly into the darkness. These were her stomping grounds, she was familiar with them. Even lost in her moon-daze, Nox knew the way: through the thicket, into a beautiful field perfect for chasing rabbits. She was going to revel in the full moon's silvery light. Cast off those mortal worries; bills and rent and men who played silly games. No, tonight was between her and the moon.Stepping into the open space, Adelphe realized she was not alone this time. Other shadows separated from the forest. Other werewolves from who knows where, Nox had never seen others here before. She had scouted out this place for many moons to make sure she never encroached on another pack's territory. These were strangers who did not carry the scent of this land on their fur. However, the others barely acknowledge Nox, as she did them. Rather, they all were captivated by the same silent spell that beckoned them.As the white face of the full moon breached the horizon, more shapes melted from the forest line. These new arrivals, however, were not wolves. Ghostly figures slowly took shape, wandering into the open field. Nox recognized some creatures, then there were creatures she could only guess to their true nature. Reanimated skeletons tread through the grasses, ghouls floated above the field. There were creatures she could only describe as goblins and maybe fairies… Even human-like being walked among the moonlight parade. (Nox really was inexperienced with the supernatural realm. It was pretty embarrassing.) All manners of beings, dark and light, their purpose seemingly the same as her. This was not the full moon's crafty magic. This was something expanding across the supernatural spectrum. Something of which she was completely ignorant.Marie! Nox spotted her roommate among the crowd. Trotting up alongside the succubus, Nox garbled a gruff 'bark' (wolves do not actually bark!) to get her attention. Marie, who was normally a vapid airhead and a narcissist, seemed oddly…not. She was invested in this event, in the same dream-like trance."Hey, Noxy." She barely acknowledged the white werewolf. "Isn't this amazing? The veil is so thin!" Nox gave a low grunt, signaling her confusion. "Don't you know why humans celebrate Halloween?" Marie crinkled her nose, her voice dripping with disgust. Nox let out a low snarl, bristling at the condescension in her voice. "The wall between the world of the living and the dead grow thin," Marie rolled her eyes. "Those with the knowhow can travel between the realms. This is a thin spot, everyone's coming here to mingle. More and more of these thin spots will start popping up now that it's Fall." Nox canted her head, looking out over the assembly. That explained the ghosts. "Oh look, there's Ms. Estelle! Hello Ms. Estelle!" Marie waved as her voice raised in volume.Nox followed the direction of Marie's waving. Sure enough, there was Ms. Estelle from down the hall. What was she doing there? Marie laughed as Nox's obvious confusion. "Ms. Estelle isn't alive. You didn't know that?" There were probably whole libraries of things Adelphe didn't know. However, seeing ghosts was something she had never considered even a footnote! Seems like something someone should have mentioned to her ages ago. Marie continued her peel of laughter. The fact that her airheaded roommate knew so much more than her and was reveling in it really, really irked Nox.At the center of the field, the crowds began to gather. An eerie mist had fallen over the area, adding to the ominous nature of this gathering. Beings of all manner of supernatural origins began to mix together, exchanging pleasantries like old friends. "Speak up, Noxy!" Marie suddenly barked, "No one likes a mute." Nox furrowed her brow. Didn't this ditz know she couldn't speak? "What are you talking about, Marie?" Nox growled crossly. She was getting really irritated not knowing about how any of this was happening. Lightbulb. "Holy f***! I can talk!" Nox was too surprised to be rankled by Marie's continued laughter at her expense. "How cute. You gotta love a newbie." Marie bumped her elbow against another human-like being who looked between the two of them with momentary confusion. Then the pair of them laughed.Snorting, Nox trotted off to see Ms. Estelle. People always ignored her in the hallways, Nox had felt bad for her. Even her own son never acknowledged her presence. This explained it all. "Hello Ms. Estelle." Nox looked up at the little old lady. "Ah, Adelphe." Ms. Estelle peered down at her from behind wire-rimmed glasses. "So nice to see you like this. What a lovely coat you have." This was so freaky. Not only finding out the little old lady down the hall was the little old dead lady down the hall and that she recognized Nox for the werewolf that she was! Wild! "Thank you, Ms. Estelle." Nox replied sheepishly, still reeling from all these new revelations.At some point, music was added to the gathering. A large erh…ghostly bonfire was assembled, too. Socializing gave way to dancing. This felt like some Halloween Renaissance Festival or convention with all manner of time periods represented. The music was instrumental; flutes and tambourines kind of deal. Nox sat on the periphery, still processing all this new information. Was this what held her so spellbound all evening? Not the moon?

As I sit here in my laboratory, poring over the results of my analysis .. I can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me. The entity I encountered in the forest .. with its bizarre combination of degenerative plant and animal DNA, has left me with more questions than answers.The more I research into its genetic makeup, the more I realize just how crafted it is. It is clear that whoever or whatever created this did so with a certain purpose in mind - a purpose that I fear may not be in the best interests of the natural world... I find myself haunted by the implications of my findings. Could this entity be a weapon, designed to wreak havoc on the balance of nature? Or perhaps it is a failed experiment, abandoned by its creators and left to roam the forest in a state of confusion and despair.Whatever the case may be, one thing is certain - this entity is a sign of danger that cannot be ignored. It is a threat to the very essence of life itself, and it is up to us to uncover the truth behind its existence and to neutralize such destructive potential.As I continue my research, I can only hope that I am able to find a way to stop it before it is too late. The fate of the natural world may very well rest in our hands, and I must not falter, no matter how strange and unsettling it may be.

Peace, such a simple thing that was fleeting at best for most. This was especially true for Elena. Her life had been full of turmoil. She had tried having her memories compelled away. That was amazing while it lasted. Unfortunately, she couldn't live that way forever. Reality had come knocking as it always did. She had to have her memories returned. For a while after they came rushing in, she spiraled out of control. This was what everyone had expected. Elena was shattered all over again. This time she wouldn't just have the memories removed again, that had obviously failed. She needed to find a new solution. Elena remembered that while living in New Orleans that she would sometimes take a trip to the beach and find peace there. The soft crashing of the waves, the warm ocean breeze, and absolute tranquility. Elena always enjoyed those times. Now needing sanctuary and a complete reset since she had been back in Mystic Falls she knew exactly where to go. She would go to her newfound happy place, the beach. It was there that she would be able to rest and recharge. After weeks of resting and relaxing at the beach, Elena decided she didn't want to leave. She enjoyed the peace that being here afforded her. It didn't take her long to find herself a job here and even a small cabin she could rent to live in for an affordable rate. Soon she went from vacationer to resident. She settled in quite nicely, enjoying her new home away from the stresses of the supernatural. Here she could have her memories intact and just live life as a normal human girl.Days in her new home were spent working, Days off were spent enjoying the salty ocean air, swimming and relaxing. Nights were often spent beneath the stars. She was able to find tranquility, the sound of the rolling waves quite often lulling her to sleep. Whether it be inside, or even lying on a lounge chair on the beach. With each ebb and flow of the waves crashing onto the beach, she felt as though parts of her old life were being washed away and taken out to sea. Yes, she had run off once again, but this time, she had made sure that everyone knew where she would be and how to get ahold of her should the need arise. She even had an open invitation for any of her friends that may want to visit. This would remain a standing invitation. One thing was certain though. They could come here, and she would remain here. This is where she needed to be. Let the past wash away and a new beginning sprout as the roots took hold.A soft breeze blew her dark brown hair, and a smile curled at the corners of her lips. As her eyes gazed out over the brilliant orangish coloring of the sunset reflecting on the water and even the wet sand she felt happy. Joy took gold in her heart and spread throughout her entire body. It was like a warmth, coursing its way through her veins. For the first time in a very long time, she felt happy. She felt purpose in life, and knew that she could go on. She knew that she would go on. She was a fighter, and the past was slowly washing away, making way for a bright and happy future.

Tie Dye on the Highway Hope is a fire which keeps us warm Four days after Robert had arrived at her apartment, Kaitlyn sat at her breakfast table, with the radio playing America’s ‘Horse with No Name’ softly in the background. She pulled forward a box of Frosted Flakes and poured it into a bowl she had picked up a few minutes earlier, and was hoping to hear from Robert. She glanced at the clock. 10:30 Pacific Time. Though she was glad she had taken vacation time away from bartending so she could be there in case Robert needed her. If she had calculated correctly, it would be 6: 30 in England now. ‘The phone soon rang and she answered it after the second ring. “Baby, I apologize for my lateness. Maureen decided to accompany me to England, and I had a bit of a hard time getting away. She seems to watch me like a hawk these days.” The silence between the two of them was palpable. “Baby…” there was a pregnant pause. “Maureen and I stopped being husband and wife shortly after our son died. She knows this and so do I. As it stands now, the marriage is on paper only, and she knows about us and is perfectly fine with it. We’ll talk about it more when I get home.”Kaitlyn twirled the telephone cord around her fingers as she processed what Robert had told her. She knew there was nothing to worry about with Robert and she trusted him implicitly. But for both their sakes, she thought it best to change the subject. “When is the funeral, Robert?”She could hear a sigh on the other end of the line. “Are you being pushed into something, Robert?’“They want me to speak the eulogy, Katie. But all that is extremely private, baby. And I’ll tell you, I promise…but not over the phone. I just can’t…I don’t think he would want that. People making such a bloody fuss over him.”Kaitlyn sighed, knowing that her fears about his going over there alone so to speak were being confirmed, and his damned wife, or soon to be ex or whatever the hell she was at this point wasn’t offering him any support, which was beginning to piss her off to no end.“Baby, I think this should be between you and Bonzo. Not what others are pressuring you into. Hell, I’m beginning to think it was a very bad idea for you to go over there.”She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. “Katie are you telling me that I should just f*** that funeral and come home?”“Robert, I’m saying you do what you feel is best. I cannot tell you what you need to do…because ultimately it’s your decision. But, I will support you in whatever you decide to do. And if that means coming home, then yes.”“Alright baby, I’m coming home. I’m going to hang up now and procure a flight home. I’ll let you know when I’m back. And Kaitlyn. I love you.” She then heard the line disconnect, followed by the dial tone. She then slowly hung the phone up, and rubbed her forehead. It would be at least ten hours if Robert were to procure a flight today. But perhaps that would give her a chance to clear her mind and be in a better mindframe by the time Robert arrived.Six hours later she awoke to her bedside phone ringing. Groggily, she reached for the receiver, and placed it to her ear. “Hello?”“Katie, it’s Peter…” she heard her boss’s voice on the other end of the line, and she groaned while sitting up on the bed.“Peter…if you’re calling me into work…I can’t. Robert is…”She was cut off in mid sentence. “It’s nothing like that, Katie…we had a small fire in the kitchen area of the club last night. “We’re going to have to close the club while the investigation is going on.’Kaitlyn took a moment to process this and leaned over to cut off the radio. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me that everyone is out of a job until the investigation is over? Jesus Peter. Holly is going to have to find something quickly. She’s a single mom with a three year old boy.” She sighed. “But as I was saying, I’m going to have to pick Robert up at the airport for a funeral?”Kaitlyn cut him off. “He was, but it’s not my place to divulge details. That is up to Robert alone if he wants to divulge him, you know I’m not into gossip. Now…about this fire. What exactly happened? Was the club open or closed?”“We were working on closing up for the night, luckily all the patrons had left. Luckily we got everyone out and there were no injuries…or deaths for that matter.” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, God, this man could be morbid at times. “I’m glad to hear that Peter…but I need to go. The airport is across town and if I get a head start, I can get there a bit early and maybe get a bite to eat while I’m there.”After a few moments of conversation, Kaitlyn hung up the phone, grabbed her purse and quickly exited the apartment, slid behind the wheel of her 1973 blue Chevy Nova and pulled out and headed toward the highway and headed toward LAX with T Rex’s Get it On (Bang a Gong) blaring on the radio. CREDIT: WU SHIFU