~ 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




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




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


Eighteen ¤ April 2nd, 2000

Human With Fire Powers



130 lbs


Short Blonde Hair ¤ Forest Brown Eyes ¤ Pale Olive Skin






The Poiní Tou Thanátou


Levi Mardones

Nineteen ¤ October 31st, 1999

Poiní Tou Thanátou



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


Age Unknown ¤ Birth Date Unknown




134 lbs


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






Nightmare Boy

Harry Baykara

Seventeen ¤ August 21st, 2001


Sexuality Unknown


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, 2000



135 lbs.


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


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  • (I really appreciate all the patience.)


    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-!!"


    He shoots him in the forehead.

  • 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!)

  • (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.

  • (i would love to write!)

  • ||Okay, so with both my two default scenarios came to mind. The first being that the group that Judar is affiliated with learns of your character which would lead Judar to seek him out for his own reasons. The second is more of a chance encounter. Your character just happens to be nearby Judar which causes his Rukh to sense his prescene.

    With Lao, I think Judar would attempt to provoke him once he learns of his abilities. While with Creed, I see him being less harsh and more curious about what he is.||

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