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 anthro muses.
current home server starve acre.
current favorite oc isaac & the shuck.
i am an advanced literate roleplayer and fluctuate to match my partner's posts. read my writing samples and share yours. i respond very slowly and will block if i am nagged. i will not roleplay privately with people below twenty; i will only write with minors in a moderated group setting. minors are not to read further or click any links due to varying graphic content.
V U L T U R I N E
you're lying through your teeth
i'm crying, begging on my knees
all character biographies linked above may feature extremely graphic themes, such as sexual and violent content; these are required in all plots. i will not sanitize my characters for your sake. if you are underaged, are not profiction, participate in callout culture, promote or maintain blacklists, or are otherwise immature, do not read further and block me ahead of time.
V U L T U R I N E
you brought me through this darkness, but you've left me here behind
i first roleplayed on animal forums, and still enjoy feral muses once in a while. most of mine will be limited to a specific server, but those listed here can be used in one-on-ones. nikolai is a feral wolf. aspentail is a medicine cat. the black shuck is a mostly-feline cryptid.
although i will not write sexual content with quad muses, all character biographies above may contain extremely graphic violence and other dark themes; these are required in all plots. if you are underaged, are not profiction, participate in callout culture, promote or maintain blacklists, or are otherwise immature, do not read further and block me ahead of time.
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. if you are underaged, are not profiction, participate in callout culture, promote or maintain blacklists, or are otherwise immature, do not read further and block me ahead of time.
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 and settings in which you can find me roaming; all are personal projects. starve acre is a folk horror ttrpg-lite text campaign that i run with several friends. blackadder gulch is a wild west anthro server manned by the same lovely crowd. stop on by!
starve acre may contain graphic violence, death of children, nonsexual grooming of children, and domestic violence. blackadder gulch may contain graphic violence and sexual content. if you are underaged, are not profiction, participate in callout culture, promote or maintain blacklists, or are otherwise immature, do not read further and block me ahead of time.
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.