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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴋɪᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴇᴠɪɴᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋᴇʏ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (ʙʏ ᴋᴀᴅᴇɴ)
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴀɢᴇ: 29 ʏᴇᴀʀs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ, ɪʟʟɪɴᴏɪs ⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 13ᴛʜ, 1989
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ: ʟᴏs ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴇs,
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ᴄᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; s.ᴏ: ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴋᴀᴅᴇɴ sᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'9"
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴀɪʀ: ᴊᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ʟᴏɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: ᴛʜɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴄᴀʀs: ғᴇᴡ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴡᴇᴇᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɪɴsᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴊᴇɴɴɪғᴇʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋᴇʏ [ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋᴇʏ [ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪsᴛᴇʀ(s): ɴ/ᴀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(s): ɴ/ᴀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴋɪʟʟs/ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜɪɴᴋᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛʜɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴇᴠɪʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: ᴋʀʏsᴛᴇɴ ʀɪᴛᴛᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; @thelikescfyou




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try your best to spell things correctly and have proper grammar. I understand the occasional mistake, however (I do it all the time), and I won't be a grammar nazi. Just please be respectful.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɪɪ

I don't do smut. ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɪɪɪ⠀⠀

be detailed and descriptive. I like to write a lot and I'd rather wait for a longer reply than get an instantaneous shorter one. Try to keep your responses at least fifteen to twenty sentences long.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɪᴠ

I roleplay in third person, past tense. I'm not saying you have to write that way, but that's what's easiest and most enjoyable for me.
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no god-modding, no Mary Sue characters, don't control my character... Again, just be respectful.
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relationships: let them build. I want the chemistry to exist before anything else takes place.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴠɪɪ

I like to take my time replying. This doesn't just mean a few hours, this means a few days, if not a week or two. Why? Because I won't write if I feel out-of-it at all. I want to give quality writing and there are times I just can't do that. If you tag me multiple times it'll make me not want to reply. I will reply, in my own time.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴠɪɪɪ

I have the right to stop a roleplay at any time, whether it be because I'm uncomfortable, bored, or for any other reason. You also have this right (of course) and don't hesitate to exercise it, should you feel the need to. Roleplaying should be an escape and something you enjoy doing.
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but most importantly, have fun :] that's what we're all here for, after all 💕
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First Name: Apollyn .
Last Name: -
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Nickname (if any): -
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Age: depends on rp .
Height: 6'5"
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Scars: none that are noticable
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Disorder/Medical: --
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Orientation: straight
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Background: Apollyn was a rare case growing up. He was found a few years back living in the woods alone by a group of campers. They brought him back into a small town near the woods where he was found and to their surprise he took great care of himself, but Apollyn has a lot more to hide than his mysterious past.
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Personality: Apollyn finds it hard to mingle with humans. He tends to stay in the woods most of his time, that was where he grew up after all. Although, sometimes his curiosity does get the best of him and he does tend to walk into town a bit, never on a full moon though.
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Interests/Hobbies: He enjoys nightly walks, watching the moon rise and going hunting on his own.
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Want to Rp? Just dm me
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After all the things he had tried, he couldn't believe /this/ was what finally did it. God, he had tried it all.
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What did you do when you didn't want to feel? Everything. Everything and nothing. And that's exactly what he had done.
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He was so desperate for a way out. An /escape/, if only for a little while. He drowned himself in liquor, he took pills by the bottle, he starved himself and he gorged himself, but nothing worked. Not a damn thing.
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But here he was, in a dark room, a child's crib in front of him. There was a thing of warmth in his arms, and her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, her big eyes slowly falling closed.
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After everything he had tried, /this/ was what was bringing him some relief. Some... /happiness/.
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He didn't feel so cold when he held her. He didn't feel so /dead/. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
There was apart of him that was terrified of what he could do to such a small, helpless creature, but even that faded. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The smallest, gentlest smile pulled at his lips, and his dark eyes were soft as he gazed down at her. She was falling asleep, her little fingers slipping off of his. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He could never be a father, and he didn't see himself as one. But he would be there for this girl. For her mother too, however they needed him.
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He would never leave their side.
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【☠】
"тнαтѕ ωну ωє ѕтαу ℓσиgєя тнαи ωє ѕнσυℓ∂... вє¢αυѕє ιт нυятѕ тσ ωαт¢н ѕσмєтнιиg уσυ ℓσνє тяαиѕfσям ιитσ ѕσмєтнιиg уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂ нαтє. ωє ѕιт αи∂ ωαιт fσя ιт тσ яєтυяи тσ ιтѕ σяιgιиαℓ ѕтαтє, ιи ∂єиιαℓ αѕ ωє ιgиσяє тнє fα¢т тнαт ωнαт ωє ѕєє ωαѕ αℓωαуѕ тнєяє αи∂ ωнαт ιѕ иσω, ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє... вυт иσω ιм тσσ ℓαтє тσ ℓєανє."
-αиσиумσυѕ

тαgѕ:
#myedit || #corruptedtragedies || #roleplay || #roleplayaccount || #dark || #sad || #tragic || #grunge || #collage || #oc || #multipleocroleplay || #ocroleplay || #animeroleplay || #animerp || #darkroleplay || #demons || #angels || #witches || #wizards || #fallenangels || #vampires || #monsters



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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇᴏɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛʜɪᴇғ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴏʏ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ: ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜʀᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ: 112 ʏᴇᴀʀs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: sᴛɪᴏɴ 7
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ: ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ᴀʟɪᴇɴ - ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ sᴛɪᴏɴ 7
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: ɴʏx'ᴏᴠ [ ᴀʟɪᴇɴ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; s.ᴏ: ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'0"
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴀɪʀ: sʜᴏʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ, sᴛʏʟᴇᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: ᴛʜɪɴ/ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴄᴀʀs: ɴ/ᴀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴡʀɪsᴛ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴏʟᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ [ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ɪᴄɪᴀ [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴛʜᴇʟ [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪsᴛᴇʀs: ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs: ɪɴᴠɪᴄᴛᴜs [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴋɪʟʟs/ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘɪʟᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀᴄᴇᴄʀᴀғᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇʟᴏɴɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪғᴇsᴘᴀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴀɴᴅ-ᴛᴏ-ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜsᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ sᴛᴀɴ




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Dear future lover, you are probably reading this and questioning why on earth I am writing it. Well, I just wanted to tell you who I was before you came into my life. First of all, I am rather awkward at social gatherings, but you’d never know with how outgoing I can be. The reason I act that was is so no one would know how nervous I truly am. I am probably the biggest geek you will ever fall for, but You should know I will be loyal to you, make you laugh, and always be there for you when you are upset. We’ll spend nights watching Batman, Harry Potter, Gotham, Riverdale, and so much more. Secondly, I promise that we’ll always go out and lay under the galaxy full of stars, trying to claim which constellation is where. Third of all, honesty. I know I have not had the best past, but just know I’ll be good to you and that is a promise. Remember, if you ever hear something bad about me and I’m not friends with them anymore, just know I was once good to them too. I promise to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, whether it is a king or queen. I know everyday will not be exactly roses and butterflies, but I know that between you and I, we can make it through anything. Please also know that I have three little girls that I love more than this planet and i would do anything, and be anything for them. Lucy Lynn, is my oldest and blood related daughter. Aurora Marie, she is the middle child and adopted, but a sweetheart. Then there’s little Amythyst Sapphire, she has the biggest heart of them all, though she is young and doesn’t understand as much as they do, but she will one day, so be prepared for a thousand questions per day. Dear future lover, I know you are out there, I will find you one day, I promise.

Liam was known to workout whenever he had been frustrated about one thing or another. The man had his earbuds in with music blasting into his brain, to drown out the rest among him. Many would know when he was pissed off or overly frustrated you could hear a punching bag being flown across the room, stuck into the wall by a single punch from his fists. He always wished for someone to work out with, but he knew they would be far too frightened to even step foot in the same workout room as him.

Liam was not always sick and twisted, no. It had all started once his very own father threw him into St. Mary’s asylum, or what most would call a mental hospital to justify it. He had been locked away till the age of eighteen. Hundreds and thousands of tests were ran on him, poking at every inhuman part of his core. They all knew he was a monster, but he refused to budge until the day he finally broke and ripped each of their hearts out and escaping with his twin sister, Cher. Together those two could accomplish anything, in the asylum they had been named ‘The Disaster Twins’ and god help whomever tried to stand in their path.
Liam progressed to grow stronger even with the loss of his beloved sister. Many had thought he murdered her, but he simply did not have to heart to do so. His sister was the only true blood he had at that time besides his wicked father, Satan himself. Liam had despised him more than anything, especially for putting his sister through the same things he had gone through, but she was far more vulnerable than he was.
After losing Cher, his wife and child that passed away he broke and let the demon within take over his body. The only thing that now keeps him sane is his other daughter, Lucy Lynn. Lucy had been twins with his daughter, Carter. Carter was not as strong as Lucy and passed away.
In the end, it was Liam and his precious little demon child, Lucy.

Name: Toula Muriel Malah

Age: 24

Hair: Snow white, silky, down to her shoulder blades
Eyes: Lime green, innocent looking
Skin: Light pastel blue with purply tints
Body: Strong and athletic, 190cm tall
Tattoo/scars/piercings?: Purple tattoos across her whole body and on her face, a harsh scar on her left shoulder blade

Personality: Brave, adventurous, friendly, protective to her loved ones, humorous, awkward and clumsy with the worse timing ever, tough, soft once you win her heart
Species: Human/nymph hybrid
Disorders or illness?: Unknown
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Turn on's: Unknown

Turn off's: Unknown
Taken?: Single, single!
Occupation: Traveler
About: Toula is an outcast from her trib she grew up in. Only twelve years old she got left out from her people. Because she was different, not fully human. After that age she lived her life on her own. Alone. With her powers from her nymph side and her strength from her human side she survives. Enjoy her life as a traveler. Her goal is to find a place she can feel home and accepted. At the same time go through more adventures. But she wished she had someone to experience that with.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ: ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs
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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: sᴛɪᴏɴ 7
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ: ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ᴀʟɪᴇɴ - ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ sᴛɪᴏɴ 7
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: ɴʏx'ᴏᴠ [ ᴀʟɪᴇɴ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; s.ᴏ: ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'0"
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴀɪʀ: sʜᴏʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ, sᴛʏʟᴇᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: ᴛʜɪɴ/ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴄᴀʀs: ɴ/ᴀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴡʀɪsᴛ ⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴏʟᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ [ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ɪᴄɪᴀ [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴛʜᴇʟ [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪsᴛᴇʀs: ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs: ɪɴᴠɪᴄᴛᴜs [ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴋɪʟʟs/ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘɪʟᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀᴄᴇᴄʀᴀғᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇʟᴏɴɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪғᴇsᴘᴀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴀɴᴅ-ᴛᴏ-ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜsᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ sᴛᴀɴ


Liam stood downstairs with a guitar over his shoulder, he poured himself a glass filled with scotch and another with Bacardi. He sat down on one of the tall red velvet and black metal chairs as he pulled his guitar onto his lap, tuning it before playing the song “too good at goodbyes” by Sam smith and sung along to the beat of the song. His voice had been in sync with the beautiful melody, yet he decided the song should be slower than it was originally portrayed, so that is the way he decided to play it. He loved the sound of music, though he hadn’t played in years, except for last night he played the piano, it felt like just yesterday he was no ordinary musical prodigy, he had been the only one successful at playing each instrument to perfection. It was as if he never stopped playing. After the song had ended, he laced his fingers around the crystal glass of scotch and drank it whole, causing him to close his eyes and take in the beautiful taste he would truly never forget.



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Abilities and skills of:
Lucian Cyrus Mortem
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Lucian possesses higher than average reflexes thanks to his training with the guild, his mastery of weapons also is due to his time spent at the guild. His preferred weapons being two twin Smith and Wesson .357 magnums and a Bowie knife.
Due to his royal demonic blood all of his human senses have been heightened drastically. He can lift a full grown human with ease, his sense of smell is just under that of a bloodhound and his hearing and sight have been increased tenfold. Lucian does not feel pain inflicted by humans, as they are not nearly strong enough to damage him. However he can be wounded by other immortals. He has full control over the element of fire, and has the ability to produce it in any environment even if there is no oxygen. He has the ability to read minds of all humans, but has a harder time with those of stronger will. Lucian doesn't have a full grasp of his powers yet, so some of them, being possession, blood manipulation, teleportation, and transformations, are not perfected and cannot be used to their full extent. Being the son of Lucifer himself, Lucian is a master of deception, he can create illusions and place his own thoughts into people's minds to bend them to his will without the use of possession, granted this does not work to the same effect. However he is very particular about whom he uses these powers on, as there are not many who know of his demonic blood he tends to not display his powers unless in dire need. He's prideful and headstrong and will rush into any confrontation even if he is out gunned and for now he will be, but once he has full control of his strength he will be a threat to all. -
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⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʟᴀɴᴄᴀsᴛᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜsɪɴᴇssᴍᴀɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ: ᴍɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜʀᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ: 404 ʏᴇᴀʀs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ɴᴏʀᴡɪᴄʜ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴍᴀʏ 7ᴛʜ, 1613
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ: ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; s.ᴏ: ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ʙʟᴜᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴀɪʀ: sʜᴏʀᴛ, ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴄᴀʀs: ғᴀɪɴᴛ sᴄᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɴᴇᴄᴋ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇɴᴛʀᴇᴘʀᴇɴᴇᴜʀɪᴀʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀᴇᴅ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴇᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴᴄᴀsᴛᴇʀ [ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛ ʟᴀɴᴄᴀsᴛᴇʀ [ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; sɪsᴛᴇʀ(s): ɴ/ᴀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(s): ᴊᴇɴsᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴄᴀsᴛᴇʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: ɴ/ᴀ


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴋɪʟʟs/ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss sᴇɴsᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇғʟᴇxᴇs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɪɴʜᴜᴍᴀɴ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʀᴇɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ɪᴍᴍᴜɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ sᴇɴsᴇs
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ʟᴀᴡғᴜʟ ᴇᴠɪʟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀-; [...]


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

⠀⠀⠀⠀-; ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: ᴄʜʀɪs ᴘɪɴᴇ


Name: Bello Basurto

Age: 32

Hair: Short, parted in the middle, raven black, white streaks on the sides
Eyes: Grey/blue, tend to have a serious or sad look in them most of the time
Skin: Ivory
Body: 188cm tall, broad shoulders, strong built
Tattoo/scars/piercings?: Scars all over his back, both arms covered in tattoos, a tattoo in the back of his neck of a cat with X's as eyes

Personality: Serious, pessimist, shy at first, observant, easily paranoid or awkward, braver than he acts he is, clumsy as fuck, aggressive in situations he can't handle, sensitive, melancholy
Species: Human
Disorders or illness?: Oh boy, all I can say he has some issues

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Turn on's: Almost anything. Almost.
Turn off's: Disgusting fetishes, sudden pain

Taken?: Nah, he single
Occupation: Author
About: Bello has a messy backstory. Which he tries to forget. After growing up in a Mafia family and getting mixed up with a lot of shit. He backed away in hope for a normal life. Or at least. A safe life. Bello tries to heal from his issues too, mentally. But still everyday seem to be a scary day for him. Why? Hm. Well the man enjoy writing and makes a living out of it. Having no idea that his life isn't as safe as he thought. It's harder to get rid of his own story with the Mafia family when they judge by the same name and blood instead of actions.

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Jinx V.3 (city girl version) THE PURGE AU Starter: "In this life, one thing matters to a girl my age- Staying alive during the Purge. When all crime is legal for 12 hours.. The thing is, the one person that I'm afraid of during those 12 hours is-" she scoffed and looked down with an angry smirk. "My dad.... It's bad enough when he hits me illegally but he knows the bruises have to be purple- they can't turn blue or yellow or green- then he'd be fucked" Jinx's pale blue-green eyes shined bright as she blinked away a tear of a truly pissed off teen, her nostrils flaring.
Finally, the fire haired pixie turned to your character and exhaled. "I know I don't know you that well, but your apartment.. He wouldn't think to look for me there." She sighed, "Just.. Uh.." She smirked and laughed slightly, "D-Don't kill me later tonight ok?" The plan was simple. The next day on March 21st when the clocks turned to 7 a.m., the moment that the Purge begun, Jinx would have to run as fast as her short fifteen year old legs could carry her five foot, hundred pound body, to your character's apartment building. If she survived that first six or seven minutes of crime, she would be in your characters home where the two of them would wait out the Purge.... If.. Only.. It were that simple.
Jinx closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she stood up and looked at your character- she smirked nervously, "so... I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Jinx said with her intense eyes focused on the aforementioned plan, the one that was so called full proof.

Riding on a cinnamon scent, her words followed her frown, "He's a drunk with a fist covered in my blood and she's a bitch who can't stand up for a living soul.. I'm just a kid that can't help but smile when she's scared, laugh when she's nervous, and cry when she's happy.
I may be broken, but I'm not dead, I can make it" a grin moved across her perfect burgundy lips

Jinx V.3- (city girl version) Rooftop Starter: Walking through the city was a drag this time of year, it felt so dead. But the Autumn air smelled amazing and more often than not, people would notice that among the smell of cinnamon toothpaste and the faint scent of her parent's drinking habits, Jinx would pick up the smell of the fall wind every morning she came into school for the next few months.
And when winter came around, I guarantee you will smell that smell of fresh fallen snow on Jinx's fire hair.
She never bothered with any type of perfume, Jinx always smelled like what she'd gone through. Sometimes it was Fall air, sometimes it was the crisp winter breeze, but sometimes it was alcohol, sometimes it was blood. One smell always remained.
Jinx used cinnamon toothpaste, she hated mint but loved the tingle of cinnamon on her tongue and the red color the paste had.
The orange haired girl climbed a fire escape made of cold metal that creeked under the light, 100 pound teen. When she reached the top there was a rush of wind and Jinx nearly flipped right over the railing but made sure that the Fall wind didn't push her to her death.
Jinx stepped up onto the roof.
She looked out across the morning with eyes squinting out the rising sun. Then she saw someone standing on the edge of a building across the street. A teen, your character, maybe a bit older than her but not by much. Jinx's blue-green eyes were bright and near hypnotic as she widened them in shock. "H-" she almost made the mistake of yelling at your character, but the firey headed female knew better. Instead she quickly and frantically moved across the roof and strided onto another and snuck onto the roof that the person stood on the edge of.
Jinx crouched and walked briskly up behind him and suddenly grabbed them from behind.

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