RolePlayer.me

Space BetweenMonthly Drabblewww.roleplayer.me/swanlingThe fresh breeze caressed Odette’s cheek, the sun shined through the swaying trees making the shadows dance on her pale skin, and the soft sounds of the waves eased her aching heart even if just for a bit. At least, that is what she hoped would be the case. “I’m tired of you. Get away from me!” Such harsh words were yelled, words she was used to hearing long ago, but not from him. Through his eyes, did he also create an image of a monster? A hand reached for the skies as she examined it. Though flesh and blood, within, the princess harbored a beast.Peter and Odette fought often. These bouts would mostly end with laughter, another way to play the endless game called youth. They knew the game well, made up all the rules, and their prize was a simple passing of time. However, his laughter was valued more than a boon for a job well done. It was a smile that helped her wake up every day. A treasure only Odette kept safe within her beating heart. But this space he asked for felt deliberate. This wasn’t a game anymore. Even if it was, how did she lose so terribly?Odette sat up, her mind wandering to the days gone by trying to piece together every single interaction they had to place the moment he made this decision. She hugged her knees close sniffing those tears back so they wouldn’t make an appearance and ruin her thoughts with emotions. However, even if she spent day after day trying to figure out what key moment manifested this distance, it’d be endless. He was worth it, but her time would be wasted effort. Day after day she asked what she had done wrong, and every day it was left on deaf ears. He would ignore her to the point of well…this. Now, she sat along the beachshore wishing there was something she could do.The next day, she didn’t even try to persuade him. She knew the outcome of her pleas and let it rest. Odette went off to the edge of the island, evading lost boys along the way, to go to the seafoam grotto. As the waves pushed against the stone, a bit of water splashed on her face, Odette almost felt solace in solitude. Only the ocean could hear her secrets. Her reflection passed along here and there even when the tide was rough. Enough to see the distress on her face. “Hello, me.” She gave her reflection a little wave of her hand. Her soft voice wasn’t a match for the sea, but that was what she wanted– an echo chamber. “How do I say sorry without saying it? Without being me?” The tips of her toes poked each other in thought. “What do I get someone who has everything? Heh… I can only imagine how many people said that about me.”Now, she was just talking to herself. Pan was used to her doing this when speaking to Odile. But the tone was different. This was just her being her usual overexpressive self. The Odette he knew from day one. He left her to her own devices and watched from afar. “I know!” Odette exclaimed. The tide settled down a bit like it wanted to listen. “I’ll mark my territory! Not like a pet, silly.” Was she arguing with the ocean?! “I’ll put a big ol swan wherever he goes, and to all of his favorite spots. So, even if I’m not there, he’ll have to bask upon my feathery face!” The idea made Pan sigh all the while Odette stood up on the rocks in a prideful stance. “Now to find a — ahh!”Wet rocks and the princess didn’t mix well as she slipped right off of the one she was sitting on into the shallow creek below. Through water-dripped eyelids, the silhouette of a recognizable figure came into view holding out his hand. “Get up. C’mon now.” Odette shook the water off spraying Pan in the process. Another sigh left his lips. “Why are you so damn clumsy?” She looked up at his face and then at his hand. Instead of taking it, she stayed in her shame and lowered her head. “Y-you’re not mad at me anymore?” The devilish boy crouched down to her level even if she didn’t look his way he stared at her. “What is this about? Are you crazy?” He flicked her forehead. She reacted in a pout splashing more water his way. Pan stood up laughing giving her his back. He was covering up a slightly concerned expression wiping his nose to break away from it. “You need to stop thinking too much. It makes you annoying. Got it, princess?”Odette stood up on her own even if the weight of her soaked gown didn’t make it easy. “Well, someone has to think for the both of us.” She was only able to let out half of a snarky giggle before he pushed her right back into the water. “Hey!” Leaning forward, he looms over her with a smirk.“I win!” template credit.

001. | Random Odette Facts Competitive nature:. No matter how hard Derek tried, he could never beat Odette in card games, board games, or any other intellectual activities. Kingdom Bound:. Her abilities were so obscure, that people would visit Rothgarden to see it and pay top coin to request it. So, her flight to other realms was primarily through books. She rarely was allowed to leave her kingdom. Silly mannerisms:. Sometimes she forgets she isn’t attending classes and still raises her hand to ask a question. She also twiddles her thumbs behind her when shy. Odette & Odile Promise. When Odette was seven years old, Odile was able to become somewhat corporeal and Odette promised to marry her one day. However, she didn’t understand the real meaning. Odile takes it to heart and believes it will become real. Crafting Memories:. Odette barely keeps friendships. Not because she doesn’t want them but because her father won’t allow it. So, she created little statues out of rocks to remember those who touched her heart Attuned to the forest: . Her abilities are blessings from the ancient swan. Rothgarden was built on the foundation of that extinct creature and the women gained the healing potential from the swan. They not only heal people but also nature itself. That is why even some plants that are seasonal-based can bloom all year. Cute Quirks:. When something tickles her, she has a crooked smile. Before eating finger food, she places them in a row and chooses the best-looking one for last. Experimental Subject. Healing herself isn’t as easy as healing others. The magistrate of her kingdom turned to her when they needed to experiment with new potions and used this opportunity to test her healing potential. She grew heavy pain tolerance from these tests.. Hatred Unbound: . It is no secret that Odette despises Rumplestiltskin, however, there are many layers to this hatred. The biggest reason behind her emotions is the fact he took everything from her. The kingdom, her father's trust, her knights–they all belong to him. Princess of Many Talents:. Other than knowing a variety of instruments, Odette is adept at a clandestine fighting style. She rather be a silent predator to her prey than announce her murderous intent. She learned these skills from an old traveling fighter who would visit Rothgarden every so often looking for potential in each person they meet. Odette’s small stature was suited for ninja-like arts.   (c) // template credit

It was a late night at the casino Logan usually never did this stuff but that day he was feeling lucky and decided to do a little gambling . The year was 1975 Wolverine had yet to receive the adamantium though he still had claws just with bone no metal what so ever at that time.   He hummed some of the song that played on the radio some led zeppelin (Kashmir) tapping his chip looking around he placed his bet down but however he noticed real quick that the man who was dealing the cards as he shuffled them that he nodded to another player who gave a signal the the person and he put the card down he lost and the guy who the dealer pushed all the coins over to the man in the black tux when the award was pushed over Logan was not going to allow he with no hesitation stabbed the coins with his ugly bone claws without looking at the man taking a long drag from his cigar he pressed it down onto the lighter and said *normally I would couldn't help noticed something ...you cheated * the man's body guards walked over seeing the potential threat the man with a thick Italian accent waved away the guards the dealer looked scared more so for Logan's sake knowing the man he was no other than a Don in the Mafia and he was well known as to be a ruthless murder but they didn't know anything about Logan yet thay were thinking he was one of those mutant freaks the man stood up and looked at Logan * didn't you see the sign when you walked in * no mutants allowed * Logan rolled his eyes * does it look like I give a sh*t * the man scoffed and said pulling out his gun he pressed it on Logan's temple * you really should * he said to Logan. Logan didn't flinch like others would he heard him ready to click it when Logan jumped up and with his bone claws sliced the gun and bullets into two pieces he grunted because using his claws was always a bit uncomfortable. He growled seeing his guys aim their guns after the gun was sliced into two pieces making their boss with no gun. They started to shoot and they didn't care who got shot instead of sucking for cover he growled Logan charged at the Mafia members he charged at them and he cut off one of their heads and then stabbed the other so many times the man was like string cheese nothing but holes when they dropped dead the people who saw screamed and ran for help Logan's nice white suit was dripping with blood all over especially his hands but it wasn't his blood that's for sure the bullets popped out of his skin as he regenerated with no issues as his claws slithered in he stepped over all the bodies he had left the three he picked up a chip but slid the rest to the scared as frozen dealer he smiled at the dealer * take a good vacation with these * he gave him practically it all but one chip that one he stuffed into his pocket he said * remember not to cheat * he said as he walked out and the dealer nervously laughed when Logan left the building without ever looking back from that moment when he killed the Mafia members.https://youtu.be/tzVJPgCn-Z8?si=DB4NT87HIMoCDBA1

Name: Helzra Clawmay   Age: 16 to 20 Quirk: shadow shiftform Basically she can manipulate shadows in a way that she can form non living and living things from shadows, bigger the shadow space means bigger or more she can form. She can also use her own shadow to shift her own form into a large demon like wolf. Appearance: standing at roughly 5 foot 6 she is usually dressed in more goth punk style stuff but nothing crazy edgy. She has very vibrant blood red curls that reach about just above her shoulders and bright ivy green eyes with think slit pupils similar to a cats. Her face is soft and covered if freckles that are more noticeable around her nose and eyes. She has a dark red wolf tail that she can move at will and her nails and teeth are similar to a canine or felines, sharp. Likes:she loves cats despite how she only mainly forms wolves with her quirk, favorite color is purple no matter the shade, food especially ribs. Dislikes: she don't hate dogs but she isn't a big fan of dog energy that dogs have, rude for no reason people, the cold

The names Kassa Vale and I currently live in Mirkwood under the rule of King Thranduil, my best friend is the Kings son Legolas and I may have a pretty face but like all elves you dont want to cross my bad side.Now I am looking for mains and crossovers, Feel free to add me if your interested. Im a multipara/Novella writer from the old myspace days so I am here to write 

Goodbye my love, A week had passed since the phone call with Tawny or very nearly, and he regretted not calling to check up on her but he could certainly place the blame on the actual recording sessions. Intended to be a one day session, it had stretched out to take several days to complete, due to the fact the sessions had been plagued with equipment failures, or other such nonsense. And yet here he was, driving alone to a gig. It seemed that since that outburst it had been one failure after another, and he hoped there was going to be nothing to foul this gig up.But luckily the traffic wasn’t giving him a headache with a backup on the thoroughfare, but his mind, it seemed, was a universe away. Idly he pressed a preset button on the radio and II Can’t Quit you Baby by Led Zeppelin came through the car speakers. Certainly an ironic song for the way he was feeling right now. Before he knew it, the exit for Sunset Boulevard was approaching, and he prepared to pull off the highway. It was certainly true. Since the evening he had met Tawny at that restaurant, he had been smitten beyond belief by Tawny, and even through this separation, it was impossible to quit her. Even at the thought of it, his heart had seemed to lodge in his throat, threatening to cut off air. Why was he so f***ing nervous? He and Tawny had known each other since 1987. There shouldn’t be any reason why he should be acting in such a manner. It wasn’t like this was a first date…or was it?David pulled into the parking lot of the Black Cat and found a parking space in the back. Gripping the steering wheel he inhaled sharply. He glanced at the sky and furrowed his eyebrows, funny. There was no talk of rain in the forecast from what he’d heard but the sky looked like it was about to let loose at any moment, which did no small favors for him, but it lit a fire under him to exit the car, and hightail it to the stage door entrance of the club.The backstage area was cramped, but he maneuvered to his dressing room and shed his jacket, then hung it on the inside of the door. Even from his vantage point in the dressing room, he could hear the band beginning to set up for a soundcheck. At least he wasn’t late for it.He glanced over to the small closet in the corner and saw that his clothing for the show had already been unpacked and hung up neatly, but he was soon distracted by a knock at the door. Immediately he presumed it could be one of the boys coming to tell him they were ready to begin the soundcheck. But something told him it couldn’t be. The knock was lighter. He adjusted the leather jacket he was wearing and approached the door. He reached out and opened it. Instead, he saw Tawny, in a short dress that accentuated her curves exquisitely. The look was completed by fishnets and stilettos with her hair teased to perfection.“I hope you don't mind me coming back here, David. A friend just dropped me off. And I thought…”David stepped aside and gestured for her to come in, then closed the door behind her. “You look incredible, baby.”She only gave a small smile and figited her hands in front of her, which caused David to furrow his eyebrows in concern. “Tawny?” he intoned as he urged her to sit down. br> There was another knock at the door and he could hear Adrian’s voice on the other end. “David, we need to get to that soundcheck. The management is yapping about it.”“I’ll be out in a few, stall them for a few moments, I don’t care.” Adrian didn’t need to know he was in here trying to talk to Tawny. He glanced at the door a few moments then turned his undivided attention back to Tawny. “Baby, I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me. There has got to be something a lot deeper than just missing me. Is your depression weighing you down again?”“David, I really don’t know what it is. I made a rash decision in the heat of the moment when I walked out. I know that for a fact. And I also think it could be the fact that I was off my medication at the time of our fight. That’s what caused me to snap. And I just…walked out without thinking. Which I shouldn’t have done.”He sighed and stood, raising an eyebrow at this newfound information. His mind was swimming. Her outburst was now making more sense. She hadn’t been in her correct frame of mind when she’d had the outburst and walked out. But he knew the wrong thing to do at this moment was to react the way she had done. Waiting for a few moments, he came and sat beside her. “Baby, listen. If taken correctly per doctor’s orders, that medicine is there to help you. In order for me to come back home, you have to be back on it, baby. It won’t do us any good if we’re always at each other’s throats.” He took one of her hands into his and gently threaded it through her hair with the other. “Listen. After the show tonight, we’ll talk more, I promise. You know how my bandmates are. If I don’t show up for this soundcheck, they’re going to knock down that door.” It was meant as a jest, but there was an element of truth in the statement as well.” He stood, glanced down at her and squeezed her shoulder. “Try not to worry, baby. If you want to, you can either stay here or you can sit in on the soundcheck. It’s up to you.”Tawny thought for a moment, but David could tell something else was eating at her. “Something’s bothering you Tawny.”She sighed, as she pondered how to approach the subject. “I know it’s a Deep Purple song, but you don’t sing Soldier of Fortune much, if at all. And you really don’t talk much about your time in Deep Purple.”David exhaled slowly, and came to sit beside Tawny. “There’s a good reason I don’t talk about it much, but I think it’s time you know. I was young when I was in Deep Purple. I was just barely into my twenties. I wrote Soldier of Fortune for a girl I had fallen in love with. It was a whirlwind relationship, and things moved fast…she also introduced me to the rock n roll lifestyle. She was a groupie that went by the moniker of ‘Stardust Delight’. Only a few months after we met, we were engaged. Her name was Sapphire Rain.” He grew quiet after a moment and he felt Tawny squeeze his hand, which gave him the resolve to continue. “We had gotten high one night, and it was storming. I was driving her back to the hotel she was staying in, and I took a curve too fast. Sapphire went through the windshield and was killed instantly. But it caused me to go cold turkey to get cleansed up.”He sighed and squeezed Tawny’s hand. “Baby, look at me. Don’t feel you have to compete. You have my full devotion. She’ll always be a part of me, but you’ve also seared yourself onto my heart. Had that not happened, we probably would have never met.” .   Until we meet again in another life CREDIT: WU SHIFU

It was a familiar feeling for her, a feeling that brought back memories of a night long ago, when a friend stopped by for help and she'd had to turn them away due to her mother and her mother's bad habits. She sunk down to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees for comfort as she cried. She hadn't had a mother figure in years, the alcoholism had made Sandra so selfish in her ways. She didn't consider what Maddie might want or need, and often the girl had to find the help somewhere else.She'd been lucky to have Simon, the kind of friend who never turned her away. A better friend than she'd been able to be all those years before... And now, the likelihood of her having to be separated from him, as well, loomed ahead. What am I going to do now...?Maddie, Simon and Nicole had been planning their futures together ever since the topic of college applications had even come up. The blonde had always been keenly aware that college was her way out, and the idea of being with her chosen family as they started life's next chapter meant the world to her. And now all of that had been ripped away by her mother's selfish choices. She couldn't take it back, it was too late. In an instant her own mother had sold Maddie's future without even a second thought.

Please do not ask me if I want to write, or try to discuss a story with him, or try to make a meeting place. Dean is the Demon Ruler of Hell. You can summon him and make a deal with him, and that's how the story can start. I don't do chance meetings or random bar meetings, or meetings in the park, etc. If you want to "meet" Dean, you can summon him. Please don't ask me about my character, or how I play him. I spent a lot of time writing out a lengthy blog detailing how I play my Dean and I don't need to repeat it in a message because you are too lazy to read it. I am a multi-shipped writer. that means I am going to have more than 1 relationship at a time.  I could be married to 1 page and in a different kind of relationship with the other.  I don't allow jealous pages. If you get jealous, we probably won't fit. Do not play the,  my character is more powerful than yours game with me. Dean's blades can kill hybrids of any combination and I have Dean as a lot older than he looks character. He has Ghost Rider's powers and Etrigan's Powers. I suggest you look them up, both are equally powerful as Demonic Entities, as well as The Mark of Cain and Michael's Power, while weakened, he still has Archangel Grace in him. I am not the I add I'll start, or you add you start page. If you want to write with me, send me something. Don't wait around for me to get to a message for you. I will send my own messages in time, and they are all in character, so please no out of character banter in messages. I do not want my banter broken up for a discussion topic. I will banter with you in stats, I do my role-play in messages no comments. I talk to who I want to talk to, and I take my own time to answer things. Sometimes it may be fast, and sometimes it may be slow, but it's my game and I play how I want to play. Limited online time, I am not always around, but I try to be when I can. I only write semi- to para for my replies, I don't enjoy writing multiple paras or books. I will not answer random doorknocker messages or comments. Those aren't starters to me. I also won't answer stuff about trying to get a discussion for a role-play, or asking me about my character and how I play him, again, it's all broken down already. I am here to just have fun and enjoy myself with as little drama as can be helped, and I am looking forward to playing this game with each and every one of you.-- Dean's writer 

This page contains darker themes like drugs , sex and abuse and more. This is multi ship and verse page . I ship Preston with anyone but he's closed with his sexuality and he's not going to come to terms with it I'm not here for smut on here with him . I ship him with Jules in canon . Don't be a d*ck

My Dean is different than other Dean Winchester players. During the time of the Apocalypse, Dean had said yes to Michael and the war happened. Taking out over half of the planet. It killed his father John, and his brother who was taken over by Lucifer at the time Sam. Dean managed to take control over Michael for a brief moment that ended up casting himself to the pit.   During his time in Hell, Michael was severely weakened, causing a blurred line between the human known as Dean Winchester and the Archangel Michael. Both viewed themselves as Dean Winchester instead of referring to themselves as two separate entities. Dean lost his humanity when he killed Sam and John, and Michael lost most of his Grace during the battle between Lucifer and the other Archangels at the time.   During their time spent in Hell, Dean hooked up with a Demon known as Etrigan and another Demon known as The Spirit of Vengeance. Both were powerful entities and were known more for being a force of good. During his time in Hell, Dean had acquired the Mark of Cain and The First Blade from Cain himself. It was an attempt to get rid of Michael once and for all and try to salvage what was left of his burnt soul.    That is why he had allowed Etrigan and The Spirit of Vengeance the right to possess him. 2 Demonic-Like entities now forged into 1 vessel along with a broken Archangel. Dean's will was strong, but he was losing himself. In a last attempt, he forged the Mark of Cain into his being to try to regain control but turned into a whole other entity of Demon. The beings known as Etrigan and The Spirit of Vengeance were lost within Dean now. He had their powers, their particular brand of Hell, but were now corrupted during his time in Hell.   Dean was Dean, but he also still had Michael and now the Mark of Cain. The Mark of Cain, for the most part, kept Michael at bay. With his new powers, Dean took over Hell and became the ruler, known as "The Demon" or "Demon's Head.."  With the help of his #2 Crowley, he has become the first human to succesfully take over Hell and keep its rule.    Dean is still Dean, for the sake of the story and my RP he still has his mannerisms as the TV. Dean. He likes the same music, eats the same stuff, ect. His personality is a little more cold in tone, he's hardened by battle and his time in Hell. He's seen so much Death that it's hard for him to be anything different. He's half human- half demon. Instead of getting rid of the Mark and the First Blade, he embraced it and through the absorption of the 2 Demons he met in Hell and their powers, he's stronger than Lucifer.   He has the ability to make Demons of his own, make monsters, and control monsters/demons and other hell-related entities. He is the Alpha Demon.  During the times he spends on Earth, he goes by the title "The Ghost Rider" and uses "Baby" as his vessel. She turns into a ball of flames and a different form of the Impala when he activates his powers, but rarely uses them. He has enough Demonic and Fallen Angel powers that he doesn't recall that, and only does that in special circumstances. --------------  Demonic Traps work on him, but he is The King of Hell, he can escape out of them.   Holy Oil traps him, but he's able to get out of it eventually.  >p>Salt acts as a Supernatural border against him for a while and will slow him down.   Angel Blades and Demonic Blades wound him.    Even though he technically is part Angel, he doesn't need people's permission to possess them as he is more Demon now. He's like 4% Angel, 96% Demon, mostly Angel in the title.   He can be summoned like a regular Demon, and he can make Demon Deals.   Powers:   The Flame of Hell: He can burn any Demonic Entity or Entity of a Hell-based origin.   He can Damn Demons back to Hell or kill Demons with his will alone. -- When Sam had Demon Blood in him-- Example.. Energy blasts: He can create pure blasts of Angelic energy that can wound and kill Knights of Hell.   Smiting: by placing his hand on a Demon and using his power, he can Smite them.   He has a healing factor, and can't really die, because he'll just get sent back to Hell where he rules. Flight: can't sustain it for long, but has the ability to fly for periods at a time. The Penance Stare: is a supernatural ability that incapacitates victims and is only performed by the Spirits of Vengeance or Ghost Rider. When in close combat, the Ghost Rider locks eyes with his opponent and induces self-mortification by imposing his or her every negative action, behavior and sensation, and sin to the pain of others that individual has ever committed in their lifetime. Its effects are similar to the soul-searing effect of hellfire. It can, however, backfire with certain individuals.===============================================Weapons Dean Uses: The First Blade:  A powerful weapon forged through Hell that can control Demonic Creatures, Angelic Creatures, Knights of Hell, Reapers, and other creatures. - can only be used with the Mark of Cain. Excalibur: A sword forged out of mystical properties. Rare metal. Can kill any mystical creature of magical origin/nature. HellFire- Burns all known and unknown Demons and Angels. --------------------------------------------------------------------------Dean is neither good nor evil, he is neutral for the most part. He won't bother you if you don't bother him. I play his personality virtually the same as the T.V. Dean, a little more darker and rougher at times, he is the King of Hell now and has gone through some sh*t. ---------------------------------------While the weakness's don't kill him, he still has basic weakness's. Devil's Traps. Salt. Holy Oil. Bullets hurt him. Angel and Demon Blades. ----------------All of his relationships good and bad are from the show though. Ex. Castiel and he are still close friends. He looks up to Bobby as a Father Figure. He'll interact with Sam as his brother. Ect.. He's just from an Alternate Universe--- Multi-Ship 

CANON CHARACTER DISCLAIMER; This account was created as an rp blog, based on and inspired by the character [Preston] from [the film femme 2023] by [writers/producers] as published by [television studio/movie production house/book publishers/video game publishers, etc. etc.] within the greater [canon 'verse, if applicable; ex.: MCU vs. Marvel Comics]. This page is a fanmade production of fictional works otherwise unaffiliated with these persons/companies, [faceclaim], or any associated professional projects and/or intellectual properties. All its original content should be considered works of fiction, and any resemblance to existing works, characters, or persons beyond those listed should be considered coincidental and free of malicious intent. Works posted here are not for sale for any profits whatsoever.

Angel  Of  Death Alone in her bed, Claudia felt a rush of all sorts of emotions. She was still covered in the blood of her lover, Charlie. His name once rolled off her tongue and past her lips in such a sweet manner but now... now his name brought horrific grief to the young one. All in one night Claudia had lost her virginity to a man she loved, fed on him, the sweetest meal she had ever had, and then killed him. She hadn't meant to. She had been so lost in the euphoric moment of lust and hunger that she hadn't been able to control herself.She had begged her parents, begged Uncle Les to help. She knew he could have if he wanted to. The trouble was he didn't want to. Instead, he used this as a lesson to Claudia. That she'd never be anymore, have any more than just him and Louis. This heartbreaking reality finally hit Claudia as Lestat forced her to drag Charlie's body to the incinerator and watch it burn. Watch his beautiful form and face melt away into the nothingness death seemed to be.Now alone here she lay in pure emotional turmoil. Laughing, crying, completely distraught, and suffering something close to temporary insanity it felt like. That was until she felt something.Claudia was alone in her little white coffin with pink satin inside. At least she thought she was alone. Suddenly though she could smell him, Charlie. Was it his blood she was still covered in? No. She felt someone lay beside her and whisper in her ear."You still my angel Claudia. Angel of death. You still mine." That voice. Claudia would know it anywhere. It was Charlie. He was still here.. somehow. The sound of him whispering sweetly into her ear, the weight of him beside her was enough to lull poor sweet Claudia to sleep.   template credit.  

S.H.O.C.K.E.R  Sustainable Happiness Organization with Computational Knowledge Embedded Remodeling, A organization shrowded in secrets began to experiments on humans combing Human DNA, animal and cybernetics into one new creature called augs (short for augmentation) During one kidnapping Ray Tyler, a College Student at Habor City University was kidnapped and transformed into Bata Aug (japanese for Grass hopper). Before the final steps could be taken making him a loyal soldier for SHOCKER Ray excaped with the help of the scientist behind his armor and belt. in the first month as a Hero Ray took on many other Augs including another Bata aug named Nick Hodges, the two would them team up against the one behind it all. Sacrificing himself Ray seemingly died turning into a foam like substance and disapearing, Although 3 months later thanks to a government branch called the Anti SHOCKER task force he was brought back. Now with the help of this division he hunts down other Augs like him self as the Mask wearing hero, Kamen Rider

001: No age inappropriate ships, ever.No she will not be the May to your December. 002: No ooc drama, please! I'm too old for that sh*t.Lets just all have fun, keep it chill.003: This account is multi-ship, multi-storyline, multi timeline. Must be 21 plus to ship. 004. Will only write smut in character, in small doses,and only after lots of story and writer to writer respect is there. I care more about telling the story and the emotions involved than sexual activity between characters and I am NOT interested in anything where that kind of thing would be gratuitous. Please respect that, I'll always extend that respect of your character not just being one thing with one purpose to you and yours.005. Feel free to message me if you have an issue or a question, but please don't bug me too much about replies, sometimes life gets overwhelming and I retreat to stream musing. I'm not ignoring you, I'm recharging. Its good for us all, I promise.you can call the writer 'S'. I look forward to creating stories with you all!

  given name: amalthea meaning: to soften, to soothe.aliases: ama, thea, many morespecies: unicornpronouns: she/theyage: adult, immortalorigins: a lilac woodalignment: neutral goodorientation: demisexual/romantic appears: unicorn | human | satyr | anthro presence: enchanting. beguiling. soothing and serene, but not without an undercurrent of pride, vanity and untamable fierceness. scent spring waters and loamy soil, hints of ephemeral blooms and crisp pinecone. sweet, earthy, like within a lush midday forest. She is silent where-ever she goes, there is no trace of her footsteps or even the rustle of her gowns. Either there is always some subtle motion to her bearing or she stands so perfectly still, she vanishes from sight altogether. There is a queer allure that surrounds her, haunting in the sweetest and most devastating ways. Her eyes are ever filled with forests and wild beasts. abilities healing restoring the body through touch, mending wounds, curing illness, disease or poison. she can revive the dead. purification from tainted waters to blackened hearts, she can purify that which stagnates and sickens with a touch. telepathy speech via thoughts, concepts and shared emotions. close proximity makes this easier. language she can speak and understand many tongues, whether mortal or non. illusion the weft and weave of the physical world is malleable to her. she can craft visual and auditory glamours. eco kinetic a connection to the earth and nature. springtime follows her heels, life blooms or withers at her whim. shapeshift altering her body to be something else. usually human or human-adjacent.   weaknesses capture held by means of an enchanted golden bridle, or the rope that bound the fenris wolf. she can be forced to stay corporeal and docile. drain all magic comes at a cost, even for an immortal. disconnection separated for too long from her sanctuary, she will slowly weaken and risk fading. or even, trapping herself in a mortal shell to die. allure an inexplicable instinct to be drawn to the young, the innocent and the pure of heart. often maidens are used to lure her into complacency. dark magic the arcane that is used with ill or blighted intent can harm her. just as well as she can harm the adversary as grievously. shatter to steal her alicorn, the focus of her power, is to subjugate her. and to break it? death.