V U L T U R I N E
i'm just the man on the balcony
singing "nobody will ever remember me"
status partially open.
responses weeks apart.
writing samples click me.
current fixation warrior cats.
current home server starve acre.
current favorite oc isaac & the shuck.
i am a literate to novella roleplayer of ten years, and can fluctuate to match my partner's posts. i respond very slowly and will block if i am even remotely nagged. i will not roleplay privately with anyone below twenty. read my writing samples and be prepared to send me yours. i ask that minors don't read beyond this page due to uncensored mentions of sex and violence.
V U L T U R I N E
you're lying through your teeth
i'm crying, begging on my knees
please be aware that all of the characters linked from this page feature extremely graphic themes that are both sexual and violent in nature, often simultaneously. i will not sanitize my characters for your sake, and these themes are required in all plots. do not read further if you are underage, and if you have issues with these topics, do not engage further with me.
V U L T U R I N E
you brought me through this darkness, but you've left me here behind
i got my start on animal forums, and it seems nothing has changed. i have many other characters that are limited to one or two storylines or servers; the ones listed here can be used in multiple plots and are thus better for one-on-ones. nikolai is a feral wolf. gravity is an original monster. aspentail is a medicine cat. the black shuck is a mostly-cat cryptid.
please be aware that gravity and the black shuck strongly feature graphic sexual and or violent themes; in gravity's case, these are simultaneous and inseparable. i will not sanitize my characters for your sake, and these themes are required in all plots. do not read further if you are underage, and if you have issues with these topics, do not engage further with me.
V U L T U R I N E
i know i'm dead but i don't wanna lie
in a grave out here where the coyotes cry
fandom roleplay is another early staple in my life. you'll see me advertising for different ships and series at random points according to my current muse, but the three franchises to the left are safe bets for just about any point in time. i'm always eager to write for these treasures.
please be aware that i enjoy taking any media to its darkest, most grim and graphic extreme, and write many characters more intensely than their canon selves to see what makes them tick. be aware that i am profiction and enjoy many dynamics. do not read further if you are underage, and if you have issues with these topics, do not engage further with me.
V U L T U R I N E
shock my system and rattle my bones
let me go and i'll leave you alone
these are the main servers in which you can find me roaming. extinction: revenant is a post-canon, post-apocalyptic warriors server in which i staff. starve acre is a folk horror ttrpg-lite campaign i own and run with several friends.
please be aware that extinction: revenant features body horror, psychological and physical torture, and cannibalism. starve acre features graphic violence and death of children, nonsexual grooming of children, and psychological deterioration. do not read further if you are underage, and if you have issues with these topics, do not engage further with me.
P A N
getting sick of your noise
i told you not to play with the misfit toys
identity nonbinary.
sexuality achillean queer.
age range early twenties.
voice claim party poison.
settings cyberpunk & modern.
on the taller side and built lean, pan bears an athletic edge plain in the hard cut of muscle in his arms and thighs. his hair is a mess of shoulder-length, unkempt curls, always dyed in varying shades of deep or denim blue. their eyes are a dull forest green, lit from behind by a snarky fire. light-complected to begin, vitiligo mottles their skin, making them an odd sight.
three piercings in each earlobe; orbital and helix piercings in each ear; tongue piercing; navel piercing. solid black one-inch bands tattooed around each wrist and ankle. black-and-white panther skull among watercolor hibiscus and orchid flowers tattooed on the outside of both thighs. real-world only: tiny, simple pair of stars centered on the collarbone; from "peter pan."
years of practice have let pan craft the perfect mask of debonair nonchalance, insolence sloughing off every word in droves. they appear reckless and brash, diving headfirst into risky situations with little thought for consequence, especially if it'll mean a good fuck or roughing-up. in reality, they welcome every risk, every chance of injury. pain is all that's familiar.
born to a single mother with an addiction problem, this child found his way into the foster system early on, failed by it just as many others are. they took comfort in books for the better part of their youth, tuning out arguments down the hall by fixating on the never-land - the book that would eventually give them their alias when they fled. his time at the last home before he would have aged out of the system was marked by abuse, for a drunken man and a bitter youth seldom get along. one evening's quarrel saw his hands bloodstained - saw him flee afraid.today, pan travels west, just as sightless as before, chasing that foolish fantasy of better lives out where the cities never sleep. they hitchhike their way through nothing towns and down empty highways, paying their way in the only way they can, the only way they've learned - flesh. he prays to gods in whom he never believed while he rinses filth from his hands in dingy motel bathrooms, avoiding his own reflection's gaze, for he has no good answer to the question those dull eyes will always ask - why are you doing this to us? just let us rest.
pan is among those who have never known mylae without militant rule. the upper city turned the lower into a prison ward in the wake of the first uprising, long enough ago that most alive now only know of the days before from fireside tales. today, the prison district is an empire of its own, kept in check by gang rule and looking at the topside with nothing short of disdain. whispers of the new rebellion course through the streets of the underworld, every gang's hackles raised in anticipation of bloodshed. even the ones who run solo are drawing near.living above a close friend's club and keeping his pockets stuffed with clients' cash, pan funds his own little rebellion with sex work, just often enough to have quite the name among the wolff's clientele. out in the filth and grime, however, is where pan truly shines. they aren't truly aligned to any one gang, rather running odd jobs for whichever pays the highest; it's not double-crossing if you were never actually hired. his only interest is dismantling the upper city from the ground up; vandalism, escort jobs, reconnaissance, assassinations... as long as it'll harm the pigs - as long as it'll return a fraction of the hurt they've caused - pan will join in.
I S A A C
getting sick of your noise
i told you not to play with the misfit toys
identity cisgender.
sexuality achillean queer.
age range early thirties.
voice claim percy de rolo.
settings bloodborne & gothic.
eight lines of physical appearance.
eight lines of more specific details.
even paragraphs of bloodborne lore.
even paragraphs of gothic setting lore.
C O N N I E
getting sick of your noise
i told you not to play with the misfit toys
identity cisgender.
sexuality achillean queer.
age range early thirties.
voice claim percy de rolo.
settings bloodborne & gothic.
before death took her, connie was tall and slender, always fit. her tanned complexion was interspersed with freckles across her nose and cheekbones, beneath oak-brown eyes. her hair was fiery red and wavy when left unchecked, always done up in a loose chignon. now, scar tissue mars every surface, her former beauty replaced by the animalistic grotesque.
eyes are now the white-gold of a rattlesnake and provide primitive heat-map vision in light and dark. bears two sets of coyote fangs each on upper and lower jaws. dresses in bloodied clothes taken from victims' corpses and animal hides taken from her prey. often wears a blindfold to conceal herself from her own reflection; can navigate via heat signatures.
even paragraphs of bloodborne lore.
even paragraphs of bloodborne lore.