# RULES AND OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF #

 

~ You get one warning for god-modding. After that, I will simply stop talking to you. That stuff pisses me off~

 

~If you have a problem with me then that’s fine, just keep my characters out of it~

 

~Don’t be a dick and steal my characters. I put a lot of work into them and will be quite the pissed off person if you do~

 

~Don’t do anything major to my character without talking to me first. So no rape, murder, scaring (both emotionally and physically) or anything else like that~

 

~I tend to lean more towards the mature stuff. Consider yourself warned~

 

~I kinda suck at sexual stuff as a heads up~

 

~I’m literally open to roleplaying with anyone. Just hit me up if you want to! If you have a specific idea in mind as far as plot or relationships go, please tell me beforehand or else I’ll simply go wherever my heart desires~

 

~If I trigger or offend you in any way please let me know~

 

 

Resident Sociopath

 

Milo Dai 

Twenty-One ¤ March 13th, 1997

Human 

Bisexual

Single

5’ 7

 130 lbs

1/2 Armenian ¤ 1/2 Irish

Jet Black Hair ¤ Sky Blue Eyes ¤ Light But Slightly Tan Skin

Angry, Sad ¤ Intelligent, Insane ¤ Confident, Cocky, Insecure ¤ Mischievous ¤ Curious ¤ Violent, Destructive ¤ Secretly Sweet And Caring

 

 

 

 

 

The Sunai

 

Alec Castelda

Looks Nineteen ¤ November 18th, 1987

Sunai

Gay

Single

174 lbs

1/3 Kiwi ¤ 1/3 Scottish ¤ 1/3 Maori

Jet Black Hair With A Blonde Streak In The Front ¤ Chocolate Brown Eyes ¤ Very Light Olive Skin

Anger, Bitterness ¤ Shy, Reserved ¤ Selectively Confident ¤ Charismatic, Seductive

 

 

 

 

 

The Pyromaniac

Lao

Eighteen ¤ April 2nd, 2000

Human With Fire Powers

Bisexual

Single

130 lbs

Korean

Short Blonde Hair ¤ Forest Brown Eyes ¤ Pale Olive Skin

 

 

 

 

 

The Poiní Tou Thanátou

 

Levi Mardones

Nineteen ¤ October 31st, 1999

Poiní Tou Thanátou

Pansexual

Single

181 lbs

1/4 Scottish ¤ 1/4 English ¤ 1/4 German ¤ 1/4 Danish 

Short Jet Black Hair ¤ Leafy Green Eyes ¤ Barely Tan White

 

 

 

 

 

The Naphalem

Creed 

Age Unknown ¤ Birth Date Unknown

Naphalem

Gay

Single

134 lbs

Korean

Short Light Pink Hair ¤ Ocean Blue Eyes ¤ Pale Olive Skin

 

 

 

 

 

Nightmare Boy

Harry Baykara

Seventeen ¤ August 21st, 2001

Basty

Sexuality Unknown

Single

115 lbs

1/3 Turkish ¤ 1/3 Scottish ¤ 1/3 Danish

Long Wavy Brown Hair ¤ Jolly Rancher Blue Eyes ¤ Olive Skin

 

 

 

 

 

Peter Pan

Peter Pan ¤  December 31st, 1997

Unknown

Pansexual

135 lbs.

British

Short Wavy Blonde Hair ¤ Light Forest Green Eyes ¤  Tan White Skin

 

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  • (I really appreciate all the patience.)

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    Nice gentleman. A pair of amber eyes drift away from the gun wielder and rest on the one who is speaking. The only other times Zach can recall being referred to as a nice gentleman was when he'd attend church on Sundays and was unable to avoid older women who had a strong desire to pinch his cheeks. One reason he is thankful for his sudden growth burst during puberty is that most woman now has trouble reaching his cheeks. Other than those incidents, and the one when he had been sarcastically called a gentleman by a classmate, this is a first. 

    Honestly, he should be more concerned by the gun. Zach can't help himself.

    Compliments aside, tensions were running high. Minus the fearful others that cowered in corners of the bakery, Zach's life is in danger. The gunman is only growing more frustrated by the speaking stranger which is increasing Zach's probability of being shot and he really doesn't know how he's going to pass this semester is he ends up in hospital. "U-um.. guys -"

    "Shut up!" The gunman cuts Zach off and smacks the redhead across the temple with the blunt end of the weapon. It thumps against Zach's skull, a form of injury he's not unfamiliar with. He barely flinches aside from dipping his head a fraction and baring his teeth.

    "Look, just take whatever you want and nobody needs to get hurt," Zach insists, trying to make this an amicable as possible. The stranger has other plans as it would seem.

    "Shoot me."

    Zach's eyes widen, his hands come out defensively like he's trying to separate the gunman and the stranger. The gun is pointed at the strangers head, Zach steps back a little but seems like he wants to interfere somehow. "W-wai-!!"

    BANG!

    He shoots him in the forehead.

  • ||Alright, here is my starter. Hope it's okay.||

    Why Judar was in New York of all places was anyone’s guess. As usual the elders of the group that he was associated with left him out of their plans. He was their oracle and they were the ones that raised him for the past several years, but none of that hindered the distrust from both sides. They were tolerated due to their usefulness, and he remained their oracle due to his abilities. Of course their arrangement had certain circumstances, and everyone in within the group knew not to get on Judar’s bad side – unless they desired to meet an icy demise.

    A day passed before everything had settled, and within the living room of the group’s new temporary residence was where their plans were revealed. The group in question was known as the Al-Thamen, a mysterious cult of magicians who desired to have control of the world by almost any means. Their oracle, Judar, was a magi – a sorcerer in some ways, but being a magi was much different, ergo his value to the cult’s elders. As for their plans? Well, it was for once a simple one. They were looking to recruit a certain individual.

    Judar sat in a chair with his usual apathetic expression. As usual he was dressed in all black. Black sleeveless shirt, pants, shoes, leather jacket..even his nails were painted black. The color was his aesthetic. His right hand propped his head up as a somewhat blurry photo was tossed in front of him. His ruby red eyes then glanced down, seeing the picture to be of a male that looked to be around his age. With a shrug and an unimpressed "So?" emitting from his lips, the magi was given an explanation to why the boy caught their interest. Like him, the other male apparently was also gifted with elemental abilities. Now Judar’s intrigue was captured, not by the elders’ plans, but by the male himself. If he had elemental powers, was he another magi? His mind began to wonder...if nothing else, perhaps the other male would give him some entertainment. A devious smirk grew across Judar’s lips over the thought. Regardless, trying to find this fire guy was better than staying around his usual crowd of morons.

    The magi waited until that evening before heading out, much to the dismay of the elders. They knew he was leaving, but were left unaware as to why. Not that it mattered, and none were bold enough to stop him. More time had passed before Judar found himself in what appeared to be a big plaza that was filled with people walking by. The desire to find the male mentioned earlier still existed, but this was also Judar’s first time in New York; and with how curious he was the magi couldn’t help but to gaze around at his new surroundings.

    All Judar had to go on was the picture he had 'borrowed'; and although there was a way he could pick the other male out from the crowd besides having the photo, finding him in such a big the city would be similar to searching for a needle in a haystack. Was this even a good idea? Probably not.

  • Story watched Milo carefully as she noticed he was lost in his thoughts and felt somewhat guilty that she took him away from those thoughts. However, she smiled when he responded to her and almost seemed like an excited pet that was greeting their owner. In a way, it probably was her animalistic side just enjoying company for a change instead of wandering around by herself.

    "I'm not scared of strangers and even if I saw a serial killer, I probably would not run too much. So that means I can sit with you and I hope you won't mind and by the way, my name is Story. It's nice to meet you, friend." Story happily sat herself across from Milo now as she sipped her drink happily and contently relaxed in her seat as she did not seem to care whether she would die or not. Her mindset was similar to a dog's almost where she would rather die then let someone else die- especially if they were under her care. However, that was not the time nor place to think of such things. 

  • (alright! Works for me!)

  • ||Nope, that's completely fine with me. Is there a particular setting you prefer for them to meet at? I can start us off if you'd like.||

  • (Hmm...can you pick? Im naturally an indecisive person LOL)

  • || Whatever you decide I'm fine with. But if you need to roll this out further let me know if you need my input.

  •  (Errr, so you wanna' write? 8D)

  • || I'd like to write. Apologies for taking long to get back to you. 

  • (MMMMM IM SO LATE ON EVERYTHING THIS YEAR. Anyways, this is a starter for Milo from Eden)

    The cafe was the perfect place to relax.

    However, Eden was the imperfect person to ask to relax. Years weighed down on the woman's shoulders, tensing up her muscles, like a wound up music box. White hair and pale skin was starkly contrasted by the all black outfit, but her eyes were such a light blue that they almost looked grey, flecked with gold. The most noticeable thing was she was alone. Most people went to cafes to hang out with friends, or go flirt, but she had a single, thick book that she could read and drink hot chocolate over. After a hour or so of reading alone, she looked over her shoulder, out the window. The sun was setting, leaving a watercolor array of pinks and purples behind. A sigh escaped her. The night was near.

    The book closed, and Eden stood up, walking into the settling darkness. Outside, she sighed, her breath condensing into a frosty ballet. Eyes flicker over the parking lot from underneath the street light, curious and wary at once.

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