#character intro

[spcowboyau]

STANLEY “STAN” MARSH (24yo)

Son of a Randy Marsh, a farmer, and Sharon Marsh, housewife and women’s suffragist. He mainly earns his money working as a ranch hand at his father’s farm where they grow and raise their own crops and cattle. However, due to his resentment towards his father Stan often wanders far away from his home, usually ending with him running with some shady people, such as his good friend Kenny McCormick and his band of outlaws.

When he was younger he quickly got tired of earning his money as a ranch hand, so naturally he aimed for the more violent type of work the world had to offer, such as bounty hunting and occasionally offered his services as a hired gun, earning him the outlaw status. Nowadays he claims that the whole outlaw fiasco is way too exhausting and risky and settled on the simpler things in life, such as whiskey. Every now and then he rustles sheep and cattle for his father.

In our story he recently fell in with Kyle Broflovski, the rich boy that everyone in town is looking for. He promised him he wouldn’t leave his side no matter what, and that he will try his best to protect him from the authorities. Often times he doubts his ability to do so but refuses to back down from the challenges that come with his newfound life.

[roroyloverboy]

roman's first appearance in the script !!! my taut baby boy

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Formal character introduction post with more info on the romance options' personalities, ages, appearances, and what tropes you can expect from their routes.

Noel Watanabe [RO, they/them, 20]: Since your first meeting when you were both 12, where the judges scored you one point higher than them, Noel has claimed themselves as your 'rival'. They certainly play the part— well sometimes. Between bringing you food after practice and completely ignoring you, their hot-and-cold personality practically gives you whiplash. When they heard you were quitting the sport, they were enraged. Will you dig deeper into your relationship with your so called rival?

Appearance: Ivory skin, long straight black hair just past their chest, green eyes, a mole under their right eye, septum piercing, left eyebrow piercing, multiple upper ear piercings, almost always wearing eyeliner, 6'0. Noel's fashion style is very much dark academia. Turtlenecks, blazers, ties, combat boots, trench coats. They tend to settle for more laid back clothes (long sleeves and leggings) if they're just practicing all day.

Personality: Noel is just what you expect someone who's been playing a sport for 13 years to act like. They're abrasive, competitive, and confident. Growing up with parents who only built tension through passive aggressive comments rather the communication certainly didn't help— but that's neither here nor there, at least in Noel's opinion. What? No, of course they've never been to therapy, why do you ask?

Romance Tropes: rivals to lovers, reluctant love, afraid to commit, slow burn

Hallie/Harlow Mitchell [RO, gender selectable, 18]: After deciding to take a gap year against their parents wishes, H finds themselves spending their (would be) fall semester in Illinois. You first run into them, quite literally. A blur of bright orange knocking you flat on your back isn't he way you were looking to get your mind off of your problems but it worked. And if it hadn't the sound of H profusely apologizing certainly did. They seem to follow you everywhere you allow them to after that. Will their attempts to motivate you to skate again lead to something more?

Appearance: Tan skin, blue eyes, dyed bright orange hair, freckles, 5'8. Hallie has chin length length hair with bangs and small braids sprinkled in along with assorted hair clips, she doesn't wear makeup often but when she does it's in bright and bold tones. Harlow has his hair styled in a grunge perm that just reaches the end of his neck. H has a streetwear style; graphic tees, windbreakers, cargo shorts, crocs, (they have so many jibbitz) baggy jeans, sneakers.

Personality: What one imagines when they think of 'southern hospitality'. They're charming, outgoing, and kind. H would rather talk to someone in class than take the time to work on a project; though now in a bad way. School just never came quite easy to them, but they do make up for that in quite literally all other aspects of their life sports, cooking, art. You name it they've done it. Well, apart from ice skating.

Romance Tropes: meet cute, love at first sight, friends to lovers, obvious love

Sadie/Spencer Williams [RO, gender selectable, 19]: Your best friend since your first year in high school. They've seen all the parts of you that you keep hidden from others, for better or for worse. While never picking up ice skating themselves S has never missed one of your games as long as they've known you. S has always been loyal and supportive of you, almost to a fault, but that all changes when you tell them you're giving up skating. Will you find out why your normally laid back best friend is passionate about getting you to skate again?

Appearance: Ebony skin, dark brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, unblemished skin, ear piercing, beauty mark above their lip, 5'5. Sadie has her hair styled in butterfly locks just reaching her mid-back, usually in a half down half up style, she usually wears makeup consisting of light earthy tones. Spencer has his hair styled in twists just going past his chin. S has a cozy type of fashion style; sweaters, corduroy pants, cardigans, turtle necks, sweater vests, knitted socks, platform shoes.

Personality: The perfect picture of an introvert. S is quiet, comforting, and laidback. S is very much a closed book, trusting their small trusted circle with knowing things about them and not keen on opening up to others. If you are close to S, you know that they're quite artistic. Whether that's drawing, painting, pottery, photography, or anything else they enjoy expressing their creativity that way.

Romance Tropes: friends to lovers, everyone can see it, requited unrequited love, slow burn

Valerio 'Val' Diaz [RO, he/him, 20]: Coach Diaz had introduced the two of you after your third lesson, convinced you would become quick friends. He was right, of course, at least for a while. Valerio was obliviously quite a bright kid; helping you with homework during breaks at practice, studying with you before lunch, spending your sleepovers going over multiplication tables rather than telling secrets. It was something you'd always admired about him until— well, you'd rather not get into it. Your old friend seems to think otherwise, if the speed he comes back into your life after hearing about your plans to quit skating is anything to go by. Will you be able to forgive and let your old friend (or more) back into your life?

Appearance: Light brown skin, short curly dark brown hair just reaching his shoulders usually in a ponytail or bun, hazel eyes, small scar on his forehead partially covered by his hair, glasses, 5'4. Valerio has a casual style of clothes; crewnecks, hoodies, sweatpants, basketball shorts, t-shirts, socks with sandals, sneakers.

Personality: After one conversation with Valerio it's obvious they view their education above all. Smart, ambitious, and mature. Valerio is not one to prioritize play over work. From student council to volunteer work, Valerio was extremely busy during high school, even more so now that he's in college. Majoring in criminal law certainly takes up his already busy schedule. Though, the little boy everyone once knew is still there somewhere.

Romance Tropes: childhood friends, second chance, exes to lovers, childhood marriage pact, childhood friends to lovers

[uhdrienne]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

to be published: (estimated) february 2024!

🌼 feat: wonwoo x reader (smau, written)

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 content: fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

🌼 a/n: there are many other villagers in the area! not all of them are named here, but they may make small appearances throughout the series. the ones named below are the villagers that appear the most!

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🌼character intros (a long one!)

wonwoo: a witty villager in his late twenties, and the most skilled man around. also the go-to person in the village for any and every problem. fixing your pipes? call wonwoo. helping the fishermen by the dock? wonwoo is your man! he's so kim seon-ho coded to me, i can't explain it. incredibly popular among the villagepeople. has a past of his own that no one knows of, but it doesn't hinder his kind and helpful nature.

yn: a pediatrician in the city. (physical appearance is up to you!). ambitious, hardworking and determined to come on top, your emotions have taken a backseat for much of your life, which is why you can be cold and calculating at times. your parents no longer around because of a freak accident, you can be emotionally sensitive, with a sharp tongue on the topic of family. deep down, you're kind and affectionate, you just show it a little differently.

chanyeol: yn’s close friend and old crush from university. now a famous tv producer and presenter, this gentle giant is constantly in search of a muse to kickstart his next project. stumbles into the idyllic town to film a program after going in the wrong direction, and fits in just perfectly before long. also ends up becoming wonwoo’s friendly rival (🥲)

delia: yn's best friend forever!! a pediatric nurse by profession, she's one of the only people who can tame yn down when she's being haughty/angry. moves to the town to work with yn, and sometimes acts as the neutral party between yn and the villagers. gets along very well with other people, she's a complete E. she's a little ditzy, but a lovely person.

miss kim: yn’s landlord. divorced with a child, she runs a small bookshop in the village. as the unspoken village head, she handles the village’s admin matters. her ex-husband, mr woo, lives in the village too and works in the village bank. she shares her son's custody with him.

grandma lee: affectionately called ‘grandma’ by everyone, she’s seen wonwoo through most of his life, his ups, downs, and everything in between, except for the three years when he left town. a clever, patient, and kindhearted woman, she often knows what everyone needs before they do.

miss hwang: the neighbourhood gossip. a loudmouthed person, she runs a small cafe near the coast, selling coffee and cake (which yn really doesn't enjoy), and once she knows something, the whole village will. she can jump to conclusions too quickly sometimes, but she’s a nice lady, honest!

seungkwan and joshua: wonwoo’s best friends in the village, who grew up with him. they are similar to him, in the sense that they help everyone out in the form of part-time jobs, but their expertise isn’t as wide as wonwoo’s. however, if you need someone to fix your chair or install a bulb, they’re pretty solid options. didn't stay in contact with wonwoo during the years he was away, but the trio became close again after he returned. they have a hunch that he had a hard time, so they've never brought it up with him.

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Wren Price [male or female, 23] – Your childhood friend. A tattoo artist. They've seen you at your best and at your worst. They know who you are and what you're capable of, and it's never scared them before. Of course, both of you are fucked up but at least you have a friend for life. They keep a very close circle and can be quite hostile to others. Both of their parents were murdered and they were practically raised by their older brother, with the help of your mom. They have a lot of unsolved issues, one of which is their anger problems. Prone to blowing up on a person, but never you. They dislike feeling powerless and refuse to feel anything but that.

Appearance – Wavy, dyed black hair, cut to their shoulders which is often too long for their liking- never tied up. Hazel green eyes, very pale skin, 5'8. Freckles they habitually conceal with makeup, and tattoos that cover their entire back. Regularly seen wearing street clothes; cargo pants and baggy jeans, oversized hoodies, and graphic tees.

Ability – Geokinesis; manipulate the movement of minerals in the earth.

Romance Route – They've never felt that way about you, or maybe they have and never realized it. But now, you've opened a door they can't close. It's terrifying. They need you. Needs your friendship, and this could end everything. They can't handle you walking out of their life. They'd follow you anywhere, just say the word. [Childhood friends to lovers. Mutual pining, hesitant touches, and soft smiles. Accidental flirting, everybody can see it but you guys. Coming home to the person who has always made you feel safe and comfortable.] *childhood crush

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"You" the MC

Age: 20

Here is how I know you. Once, you were a child, although you've never felt like one. Once, you had a beautiful family, but you were so young then it feels more a wish then memory. Your father left when you were five. Your mom fell apart the year after. At thirteen, your sister left for college and never came back. And at fourteen, you decided to save the remnants of your 'family,' no matter the cost. This led you to giving up all dreams and desires, because they would only get in the way of taking care of your mother. Had our souls not met, you would not have been forced onto another path. One of college and magic and discovering all the pieces of you that could have been. Will you find your freedom in Vales Grove University, or will you let yourself remained chained?

Symbols: Childhood summers, home videos, late nights and early mornings, bruised eyes, calloused hands

Theme Song: Stomach It by Crywolf ft. Eden

[sins0fthefather]

Cravings Run like Water.

Entry II- J.I.N

It felt like ages since he had tasted a proper meal.

The smell of autumn was cool on his tongue as the crunch of leaves pervaded the deafening sting of the air, a chill running up the spine of anyone less protected. A chill he could not feel, nor see, nor taste. It had been ages since he had felt just about anything.

Well, anything besides the ache in his stomach.

His hands reached out to hold against the bending of tree lines, grasping and trembling for anything that could guide him along. It had been dark for a long time. Far too long. His limbs croaked with each movement in an unfamiliar urgency, much like a piece of himself that didn’t truly belong to him. He didn’t know where his feet had taken him— he didn’t bother to ask. It mattered very little in the end where his hunger took him, it wasn’t as if he had a semblance of control over it after all. He let his body have it’s way with him, much as it tore him apart. The smell of flesh pierced through his senses, granting him the briefest sense of direction. The presence of civilization was more filling than the former option.

I will not starve.

It wasn’t a request or passing comment, it was a command of a highest order. A slave to the being hidden away behind his mask, he was at his core torn from his own senses of morality. The legs that carried him stalked forward with a slow trudge that could only be compared to the wariness of a wild animal. He could no longer tell if he was the predator or prey. He would sacrifice anything to rip his mind away from his body’s actions, away from the eradication of beauty that he was responsible for, yet the hunger only drew him further and further. His hands reached out against the ridges of bricks and the grooves of wood, each stepping stone letting him stalk behind the outer limits of the town his other half had dragged him to. The scent of blood unlike his own filled his senses, presenting itself to him like a full course tray picked to his tastes. Would his trembling hands grasp at the throat of a son? A daughter? A family? A sacrificial lamb? Much of it was up for debate, left to the devices of the him inside of him.

Without much thought— much resistance— he had felt his way through the panel of a nearby window. Cold. Much like himself. His body slumped against the floor with little effort, the muffled squeak underneath him failing to showcase just how overbearing his form had become. The scent was unbearable, teasing him further throughout the domain that did not belong to him. Each step into foreign territory was hesitant, feeling around for furniture and obstacles his eyes could no longer perceive. Before long he had slinked his way up the structure of a staircase, the carpet underneath his skin almost familiar. Yet, it wasn’t, and the shadow that encroached as he followed his senses made it clear. Every step was torture, a breathless please escaping the confines of his mind with each thump. Yet, his other half refused to listen, much like the unfeeling being it was.

The low creak of an unkempt door rang out so clearly to him as he pressed against the wooden structure, a sound so loud to his ears and only his. It was sharp. Foreboding. Similar to the shifting of grass underneath his heel when paired with the elements. Yet it was a sensation unnoticed, one that many would excuse for something lurking around the corner in a bad dream. This case would not be so simple. He crept further, further, feeling, sensing, smelling for any hint of what his body craved. It was only when his legs teetered against the surface of a bedpost did he realize his instincts had carried him there, watching as he had trembled.

He could hear breathing underneath him, steady in it’s slowness as the calm remained. From the scent, he could pick up the fact that it was a female. He had cursed himself every step of the way, but the crisp clarity of undeniable hunger prevailed against all other odds. He didn’t register how his body had leaned forward on it’s own, his hand sliding into a nearby pocket for the familiar edge of a sharpened scalpel. The image of what he was doing was unclear, until the soft hitching of uneasiness caught his attention.

He could not see it, but he felt it crawling against his skin. The figure underneath him had awoken, her stare piercing in the fear that overtook it. Fear of him— of what he had become.

“… J—.. Jack?”

The sound of her voice was quiet, yet oh so jarring. He felt his hands freeze under such a simple plea, second guessing himself. Did this person know him? Was he unknowingly targeting the livelihood of his own familiarity? His kin? Even then, he couldn’t escape the sinking feeling that followed him. He felt her fingers brush against him, searching for answers just as desperately as he was. It was only when her hands found his ID wrapped around his collar did his stomach sink further into himself.

Of course she didn’t know who he was. That would’ve been too easy. She was merely reading off of what was provided to her, fumbling for any sense of security within the darkness. A low rumble left him in response, a hand traveling up to raise the mask that had hidden his more horrific features. Even if he had prayed for another outcome throughout the entire journey, a beast’s hunger still belonged to the heart of one. The cold handle of his blade reminded him of the fact that he was, at the end of the day, a beast all the same. His voice came out pleading, begging— asking for forgiveness long in advance. Yet, no amount of forgiveness would sway his hunger.

“… I’m sorry.”

[azaisya]

FINNELYN ROSELORRE, heir apparent and darling of the Rose Court

Charming and beautiful and gifted in the arcane, Finnelyn is beloved by his peers and remains the most sought-after bachelor in the Auresion Empire. But House Roselorre's vassal lords see a feckless, self-centered young man who will make as poor a Duke as his mother was Duchess, and Finnelyn must take his responsibilities seriously before they're taken from him.

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Victoria/Victor Zhang (she/her or he/him | 31) often seems cold and serious, wielding their glare like a weapon. But you know there must be more hidden under the surface.

Victoria keeps her straight black hair in a neat, short pixie cut. Usually gelled back without a strand out of place.

Victor prefers to wear his straight black hair long, held in a tidy ponytail. You'd wager it hit around his waist, if he ever wore it down.

They have honey brown eyes, pale skin, and cheekbones that could cut glass. V stands at a respectable 5'8" with an elegant build. They don't have any visible scars but they do have a small beauty mark just to the left and below their bottom lip.

V is practically always seen wearing formal business attire. A suit, perfectly polished loafers, with a tie neatly in place. Pinstripes. They tend to stick to a monochrome color scheme with the occasional navy blue.

August Astaire (he/him | 27) is an interesting man, always wearing a dagger sharp grin you can't tell is real or fake.

His dark brown wavy hair falls messily down to his shoulders in a way that should look terrible but (unfortunately) doesn't. Complimented by his fair skin and pale green eyes.

August is on the taller side (5'11"), with a slender but muscular build. He has numerous scars, the most notable of which runs up from his jaw onto his right cheek. He also has a couple of tattoos, including a full sleeve on his left arm made up of thorny red roses and black butterflies.

August is most well known for his signature red coat he wears nearly year round. Yes, even in the summer. Beyond that, he is often seen wearing plunging v necks, tight pants, and boots. His entire wardrobe seems to be nothing but black and red with not a single other color in sight.

Amara Ingram (she/her | 25) carries herself with a sunny, carefree disposition. But don't underestimate her, appearances can be deceiving after all.

Her shoulder length black hair falls in tight curls that halo her head, her warm brown eyes shine with an unexpected cunning, all complimented by her dark brown skin.

Amara stand proudly at 5'5" with a fairly average build (not extremely slim nor very muscular). She has a handful of scars on her hands, arms, and legs from a few small engineering accidents. (Nothing to see here! I swear!)

She prefers comfortable, practical clothes above all else. Loose fit jeans, chunky sweaters, sneakers and sandals all rank among her favorites. She leans towards a more neutral color palette with some small pops of bright color here and there as accents.

[spcowboyau]

KYLE BROFLOVSKI (24yo)

The son of Gerald Broflovski; a renowned South Park politician, and Sheila Broflovski, heiress to a successful mine of her family for generations.

As a child, he was barred from interacting with the outside world due to his mother’s overprotective tendencies, whilst his father would tell him tales of commoners, outlaws, behaving like savages who would gun you down on sight. They were the vermin that society needed to get rid of.

Despite that, he’s fallen in love with the knowledge he’s collected about life in the prairie over the years, yearning for the day he becomes a gunslinger from the stories he’s read.

He has since run away from his home with the outlaw Stanley "Stan" Marsh. His main goal is to rescue his brother, Ike, from their parent’s grasp and to show him a taste of freedom that they've both been longing for.

[commanderthalys]

CHARACTER INTRO: QUILL

| former commander/mists traveler/bounty hunter

LORE

Quill Vellendras was a noble family’s only son and heir, growing up her family put immense pressure on her to climb the noble ranks and gain power for her parents, but she wanted to help others instead. She did not get along with her parents, and helped against the earth elemental attack at Shaemoor, which allowed her to start breaking away from her family and make her own name.

She became the pact commander and over time became known as a slayer of elder dragons. After being killed by Balthazar she came back from the dead with mysterious new mist abilities. However, in her world, she failed in the final fight against Kralkatorrik, and he killed Aurene a second time and launched Quill into the mists, branding her hands before she made it to safety.

The last sight she saw was the elder dragon branding everyone she loved and fought for. After drifting through the mists for a while, an aether blade ship found her and Quill eventually made it back to Tyria, except she found herself in a Tyria where there was another pact commander. One who had killed kralkatorrik where Quill had failed.

Overcome with grief, she abandoned her old life as commander and became a ruthless bounty hunter, feared for her brutal methods and highly sought after for her skills. She was commander no longer.

PERSONALITY

Quill has a kind heart and had always been hopeful and determined. She’s stubborn and has high expectations for herself, but when she fails to meet those expectations she can be incredibly harsh. She blames herself for everything that’s gone wrong, and has a deep self loathing and grief that she avoids at all costs. Outwardly she’s confident and cold, she’s tired from everything she’s been through but will not give herself a break. She cares deeply about the world and the people in it, but has pushed that aside in order to push away her own pain as well.

APPEARANCE

Quill is 5’4 transgender woman and in her early thirties, she’s got a muscular build with some tummy and a generally square body type. She has a soft squarish face with unnatural purple eyes (they used to be brown) and short black hair. Her hands have been branded by Kralkatorrik, and purple crystal brand runs up to her arms, with her hands being completely crystalline claws at the ends. She has a scar on her chest from where Balthazar stabbed her with his sword, and due to her time in the mists has a faint purple swirling aura around her at times.

[umbralstars]

FE OC Week day 1: Introductions! Today I would very much love to introduce Emyr, my first 3H oc who I made 2 years ago! He's the (illegitimate, kinda) grand prince of Itha; aka Rufus' heir. He's a few years older than Dima and, long story very short: he ran away during the aftermath of the Tragedy for a number of reasons and joined up with Jeralt's Mercs (with his little sister) under the alias "Robyn."

He gets found out in the aftermath of Conand Tower when he protected Dimitri with his mask literally coming off (a mask that I still haven't designed as of yet). He goes back home, almost gets executed by Cornelia as an "accomplice" to Rufus' murder, and becomes the Grand Duke to help hold what's left of Faerghus together.

He later becomes a Griffin Knight and thus has a griffin named Sirin who's been with him since childhood. Emyr has a great respect and fondness for his uncle Lambert, his childhood best friend Glenn, and complicated feelings towards Rufus. Much of his story revolves around how he interacts with the various influences in his life and who he wants to ultimately be as a lord and a person. His mother's family is from the Ruska region and have long connections to Sreng. @fe-oc-week

Extra stuff below :)

Chivalry (Personal Skill): Adjacent allies and unit deal 3 extra damage and take 2 less damage during combat.

Weapon Skills (at time of recruit)

Swords: D

Lance: D+ (strength)

Axe: E (weakness)

Bows: C (strength)

Brawling: E (weakness)

Reason: E+ (strength)

Faith: D+ (strength)

Authority: C (strength)

Heavy Armor: E

Riding: E+

Flying: D (budding talent)

A lot of his skills start elevated because 1) he's already been to Garreg Mach before and is a mercenary currently and 2) he's meant to be a unit who's immediately usable and on-par with the units you've already been teaching. All of his skill ranks come from friends or family who helped to teach him or previous experiences he's had.

Just a note on the brawling: he's not bad at it, he just avoids it cause he doesn't know if he can always keep his strength in-check. Same reason he avoids Axes, though he also finds those unwieldy.

Gifts

Likes:

Whetstone

Legends of Chivalry

Riding Boots

Board Game

Dislikes:

Gemstone Beads

Coffee Beans

Floral Adornment

Lost Items:

Carving Tools: A small satchel of uniquely sturdy carving tools. It likely belongs to someone who loves woodworking.

Sheathed Dagger: A wing-shaped dagger with a lion head on the pommel. Made of very sturdy material and the hilt is in-laid with the Crest of Fraldarius on one side and the Crest of Blaiddyd on the other.

God Statuette: A wooden icon representing a leonine deity of some kind. It probably belongs to a devout believer of a different faith.

[bestblacksister]

Introduction Post

I saw Cissy do this and anything she can do, I can do better 🖤

About ✨me✨

26 (I'm NOT old), proud Slytherin 🐍, eldest (prettiest, most talented, and best) daughter of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, avid follower of You-Know-Who 🙌 (but for legal purposes, it's just hypothetically, all in my head), unhinged, feminist, goddess in flesh and bone (I'm literally named after a star ⭐ and Bella means beautiful 💅🏻), I like beatles 🪲 (the insect, not a muggle band)

Fellow witches and wizards on this thing:

@narcissasupremacy - Narcissa Black, my beloved sister Cissy (we have another one but she's problematic), only one named after a flower rather than a star/constellation 💫

@are-you-siriius - Sirius Black, our ex-cousin (he was disinherited... embarrassing 🥱), Gryffindor blood traitor (ofc this wouldn't have happened had he been sorted into Slytherin)

@reallyregulus - Regulus Black, the better cousin (Slytherin) and new Black heir (I'd be a best fit, as I'm the oldest and wisest. Sadly, only men get to hold that title 😒)

@severely-severus-snape - Severus Snape, a fellow Slytherin, friends with my sister (in love with a mudblood 💀)

@justtjames - James Potter, Gryffindor blood traitor (corrupted my cousin, the bastard 😡 Corrupt Reggie and I swear to Merlin Potter-)

@actuallylupin - Remus Lupin, Gryffindor half-blood dating my ex-cousin (why?), according to Severus - a werewolf 🐺 (?)

@peterpeterpumpkinpeter - Peter Pettigrew, the less loud Gryffindor (who apparently likes pumpkins? What's with that name? 🤨Moving on...)

@ritaskeeteroffical - The gorgeous and talented, one and only, Rita Skeeter 👑 (I'm a big fan of yours, let's have a chat? 😘)

@evan-at-deaths-doorstep - Evan Rosier, Slytherin, I'm pretty sure we're related... 🤔

@italianbartycrouchjr - Bartemius Crouch Junior, Slytherin, better than his father (is he dating Evan? I'll have to ask Rita for the gossip), somewhat psychotic but that's part of his charm

@pandorahaspropheticvisions - Pandora Rosier, also considered crazy - we're likely related (Why don't you join my... club? Those visions would surely come in handy 👀)

@dorcas-in-a-meadow - Dorcas Meadowes, girlboss energy, has potential (let's chat)

@marlesbiane-mckinnon - Marlene Mckinnon, feisty Gryffindor, possibly a mudblood (?), dating Meadowes

@lily-evans-loves-nature - Lily Evans, Gryffindor mudblood 🤢

@marymaccies - Mary MacDonald, another Gryffindor mudblood 🤢 (and dating the previous one)

@alice-loves-herbology - Alice Fortescue, stole my sister (break her heart, I'll break your legs, arms, skull, soul...), but at least her family has great ice cream 🍦 (I scream, you scream, we all scream for the Dark Lord 🙏)

@totallyteddytonks - Theodore Tonks, the mudblood that my sister Andromeda seems to like 🤢

Disclaimer: this is for roleplay purposes only, the user does not agree with the character's views and morals. Don't take anything at face value. If you want to join the roleplay, DM @jaylienpotter

[golddust-if]

Julien Ripley [male, 24] – A model and the son of the sheriff. You’d recognize him anywhere because his face is plastered just about everywhere. Every interaction with another person is short-lived, purposefully on his behalf. Whenever he actually has to interact with people, he makes sure to speak fast. His father is a narcissist, who believes he can do no wrong. Whenever he brought Julien to the station as a kid, everyone there would praise his father, it’s the reason he hates visiting there.

Appearance – Fluffy deep brown hair, short. Sharp cheekbones. Piercing blue eyes, tan skin, 6’4. Either seen in the most fashionable outfit or the complete opposite, no between; designer suits. Or an oversized hoodie, mask, and sweatpants.

Ability – Invisibility; not visible to the eye. Force Fields; protect fields of manipulated energy.

Romance Route – He was always told by his father, that whoever he dates must be approved by him. You definitely wouldn’t be, which honestly just makes him want you more. Being with you makes him feel whole, makes him feel seen. Truly seen. [First love. Slow interactions, meaningful glances, pictures. Watching from afar. Taking the sheriff's son right under his nose.] *Male MCs Only

[slimeguycentral]

CHARACTER INTRO: ZHANPENG

They/them. Token human character. Approximate English pronunciation of their name is "john-PUNG".

Their basic lore in the slimeguy storyline: 

After the main events of the first Slime Rancher, Beatrix decides it's time to move on from the ranch. Motivated partially by a mysterious letter, mostly by wanderlust, she plans to go explore Rainbow Archipelago. Before she leaves, she decides to pass on her old ranch to someone new like Hobson did, and she decides on hosting a raffle so plenty of people can have an opportunity to enter for a chance to buy the property and ticket to The Range. Of course, she doesn't really want someone who isn't passionate to nab the property, so she does have people send in applications (typed out and/or recorded in video messages) to determine who is eligible.

Zhanpeng wins. They say a lot of sappy and cheesy things in the application, but the main thing on their mind is making money. Due to the dangers of ranching on the Range, companies like 7Zee jump at the chance to get fresh meat on the planet, and this is a perfect opportunity to get their name on the list.

They quickly find out that ranching is a LOT harder than expected. Zhanpeng kind of went into getting off-world with the mentality that snagging the property would be the hardest part; once all the paperwork was done and they got there, they'd be able to figure all of the actual ranching logistics out on the way. Easy. Their cockiness ended up backfiring on them, though; Zhanpeng had zero experience in farming, and despite aiming for a career in the production of animal—er… slime—products, they knew jack shit about nature and biology. Due to being a horrible gardener and chicken farmer (all their chickens eventually escaped), they couldn't really even begin to ranch slimes. 

Staunchly refusing to give up, they'd instead just go out and explore the planet every day, picking up plants and chickens along the way to feed any slimes they came across. This work was waaay more grueling and inefficient than they'd expected. Zhanpeng quickly found out that slimes aren't the cuddly critters they were made out to be on TV; many of them were extremely dangerous, and very, very, hungry. Aw, man! They actually had to break out the Slimepedia and do some reading. Apparently you DO have to know your shit before you try to do anything. It was a bit of a reality check for them.

After a couple of kinda terrifying days of free-for-all, Zhanpeng suddenly got a call on the Range Exchange machine on the ranch. Honestly, they didn't really know who they were expecting, but it definitely wasn't MOCHI MILES, CEO of only the MOST successful interstellar tech company in the galaxy.

Mochi was immediately pretty disappointed upon seeing them. Her entire reason for calling was that Beatrix's ranch had suddenly come online again. In this timeline, Beatrix had disappeared from her ranch to Rainbow Island without much warning, and, during her voyage and first few weeks exploring, she had been too busy to contact her other rancher friends. Mochi, being Mochi, was concerned about her crush business partner and wanted to know what happened to her. Since Zhanpeng was currently her only link to Beatrix, she decided it'd be a good idea to keep them in her back pocket if Beatrix ever contacted Zhanpeng again.

Mochi offered them a job—the same one she'd offered Beatrix not so long ago, mostly because it was very mundane, very easily, and had no chance of putting her empire at risk—feeding quicksilver slimes.

Zhanpeng eagerly accepted, relieved to finally have a predictable source of income (and also somewhat afraid that she would smite them if they said no). Running around with quicksilver slimes gave them a chance to get a little knowledge about slime behavior through osmosis, and occasionally Mochi would exasperatedly point them toward ranching resources if they seemed to be having too much trouble on their exploration adventures (they got—and still do get—injured quite a lot). 

Some time passed—during which Zhanpeng finally brought slimes to their ranch, though not in any way they expected—before Mochi suddenly received intel on where Beatrix might be: a new, undiscovered archipelago of islands on the Far, Far Range. Unable to up-and-leave her business, Mochi (toooootally legally) sent Zhanpeng to the island, with a boat and the tools for a makeshift ranch setup, with the ultimatum that she would fire them if they said no.

Currently, they are exploring Rainbow Archipelago with their slime pals, trying very hard not to lose their job.

[burning-academia-if]

??? the Voice Inside

This is how you know me. Once our hands touched, and now we bear those marks forever. So enraptured, I dug into your soul and settled inside your chest as though a lost bird making a nest. Let me rest here and so it will be; whatever I am is now yours, and whatever you are is now mine. The hum of magic, the call of the dead, a chance for a life you've longed for all this time. Tell me, little moon, won't you let me in? For all your sorrows I will consume. For all your pain, I'll use to build a new world. Just close your eyes so I may breath again.

Symbols: Cemeteries, flickering shadows, longing words, dead things awakened, a candle burning in the dark

Birthday: [REDACTED]

Theme Song: Comatose by sød ven