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{ name } first middle last
{ age } age in lowercase letters
{ sexuality } gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual
{ gender } male, female, tran
{ hero, villian, neutral, non-power } choose one
{ play-by} face-claim

{ likes }
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{ dislikes }
>> one
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{ personality }

use a couple of sentences or a few words. we don't care.

{ roleplay sample }

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EXAMPLE;;

{ aurora celestine delvin }

{ name } aurora celestine delvin
{ age } twenty five years old
{ sexuality } bisexual
{ gender } female
{ hero, villian, neutral, non-power } villian
{ play-by} olivia wilde

{ likes }
>> sex
>> men
>> drugs
{ dislikes }
>> old people
>> authority
>> bad hygiene

{ personality }

she is a crazy bitch-- and has lots of issues.

{ roleplay sample }

There were so many uncertainties on this earth. Plaguing problems that existed, messing up the world more horribly than it already was, so many people ruined a part of this wonderful earth every day, so why not her? If pollution, global warming, and all other bullshit was destroying the green earth, why not Death Eaters like her? They had every right as natural disasters, to cause as much havoc and chaos as they wanted, after all, you couldn’t stop something from destroying itself could you? In fact, if this was viewed in her perspective, she was actually doing the world a favor, she was aiding it in destroying itself. A small chuckle escaped acid red lips as she walked briskly—a cold aura in her wake as she walked along the wide open gray streets, without a worry or a thought.

A very pretty girl she was, dressed in her midnight black robes that clung to her shapely body, as she walked. Her dragon hide boots clicked melodically in the air, playing a tune of falsehood and incredulity in night as she walked. Slow and still her body moved, walking towards the large monument that awaited her—there wasn’t much time left, and Aurora was already late enough as it was. She had already wasted too much time taking care of the guards that tried to stop her from entering. Needless to say, she had their pants on the ground in seconds, and a certain member of their anatomy chopped off within the minute. Aurora never tolerated sexual harassment of anykind. Wiping her hand on the sides of her robes, almost as if she was dusting off invisible dirt—the main gates were just a few feet away from her now, and this was the moment of truth.

Without bothering to hesitate, she grabbed the dirt sodden door handle and pulled open the door, her face scrunching up in concentration as she pulled on the heavy door. The door looked ten times heavier than her, with its ten foot long metallic gates, but—at times like these, her inner magic took control of her, allowing her to pick up heavy loads, quite effortlessly. Cleaning her hands against a nearby wall, she walked inside the prison of nurmangaurd, her cloak trailing behind her like a lapdog following its mistress. The air smelled of grime, sweat, and torture; she could already smell the lingering blood in the air; the bile, the feces, and the rotted animals that lingered real by. It wasn’t a place one should see a lady of her stature, but then again, when did Aurora ever claim herself to be a lady. Formal ladies didn’t make it their business to go around killing men for fun, nor did they have fun seducing men—and luring them into her trap of falsehood; before slowly taking their lives.

Her boots clicking away, echoing through the dark stained cells she walked, her eyes scanning from each layabout sodden prisoner. They were disgusting really; most of them looked as if they hadn’t had a bath for weeks, just the smell of them made her shudder. If she wasn’t a woman on a mission, Aurora would have murdered all of these wastrels’ fools for daring to promote bad hygiene, she just didn’t tolerate such nonsense. Gritting her teeth she looked for him--- this man’s cell was nowhere in sight, a low growl escaping from her throat, she walked along the corner of the corridor and made a left, the slash of her robes whipping through the air. Finally she spotted him—it was just so easy to spot him—how unfortunate, that out of all these pitiless bastards that were stuck in this dreadful prison, he seemed to be the most cleanest one. The urge to rip him apart right now burned inside her—but she controlled herself. Aurora needed vengeance, she wanted to feel the man’s shrieks leave the cell and echo around the grounds of nurmanguard, making all the pitiful souls in their fear for their lives. Aurora wanted to show him, what happened when you fucked with a Death Eater, especially one like her.

Just because she had a pretty face and a lucidly alluring smile, it did not give anyone the right to cross her path. Truthfully, none of these kills needed to happen, but—she was violated—in the worst way, by that disgustingly animalistic man Latham Vincit. She was tortured for days at a time by this horrific man—and how Aurora had gotten herself captured she didn’t know, but one thing was for sure, it involved this man standing in front of her, backing away towards the back of the blackened cell. “Now now, don’t be shy pet, for I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” A wink trailed from her eyes and a smirk passed through her lips as the door swung open automatically for her. Aurora walked in and slowly the cell door closed shut again, the man seemed to be breaking into sweat by now, running his hands through his messy dirty blonde hair. “Now now, Mr. Fenton; let’s not get entirely morbid just yet, for I have done nothing.” She edged closer, her hand trailing up to the top of her cloak, unbuttoning it slightly—revealing a patch of glowing pale skin before tearing the rest of the contents off, revealing a black baby doll and very tight muggle jeans. “Like what you see pet?” Her whisper echoed across the cell making the whole entirety of it shiver. “You know, there are men who would kill for someone like me.” The words weren’t of seduction, the man already knew that she was toying with him before he died, but it didn’t stop the arousal he had from showing beneath the sack of his pants. “Tut tut, and here I thought you were interested.” A cruel smile tatted against her lips, her cold gray eyes looked into his own, and without another moments hesitation, she bent down and pulled her wand from the heel of her boot, bringing it to her lips, and licking the base of the wood to the very tip.

Almost lovingly her lips caressed her wand, almost as if she was performing rather wicked things to it, her gray eyes never leaving his muddy brown ones, ever so slowly, she extracted her wand from her lips and slowly flicked it in the air. A loud scream echoed across the cell as the valley of his chest ripped open—blood splattered all across the dark grime covered walls, and against the side of her face, but Aurora didn’t seem to notice. She had this serenely evil look upon her eye, a look of pure adulterated arousal that she couldn’t hide, it seemed to drink her up and soak her inside and out. Her lips parted slowly, watching as the blood poured relentlessly from the man’s wounds, Aurora couldn’t remember seeing a sight so wickedly beautiful. Lips curving, she flicked the wand in the air again, muttering a sweet incantation in the air—a sickening sound of bones breaking filled the cell; and she could hear the other prisoners jeering and cheering her on; looking like angry hawks as they watched the man slowly die. His ribs were slowly cracking on by one, extracting themselves from his flesh, exposing his lungs and his open heart. The man was sure unconscious by now, and his body was laying on the ground, withering—blood leaking from his mouth, ears, and ears, as he stared sightlessly into darkness. His organs were slowly letting themselves loose upon the ground, his blood pooling the whole contents of the cell, going underneath her boots. A wicked echo of laughter escaped her lips as she gloried in the man’s death. “You were lucky I was in a good mood, pet, for I gave you a show you wouldn’t forget.” Her words echoed the empty cell leaving coldness within the tiny room--- no voice answered besides her wickedly death filled laughter.

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[blockquote][color=412529]{ name }[/color] first middle last
[color=412529]{ age }[/color] age in lowercase letters
[color=412529]{ sexuality }[/color] gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual
[color=412529]{ gender }[/color] male, female, tran
[color=412529]{ hero, villian, neutral, non-power }[/color] choose one
[color=412529]{ play-by}[/color] face-claim[/blockquote]
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[blockquote][color=412529]{ likes }[/color]
[color=Beige]>>[/color] one
[color=Beige]>>[/color] two
[color=Beige]>>[/color] three
[color=412529]{ dislikes }[/color]
[color=Beige]>>[/color] one
[color=Beige]>>[/color] two
[color=Beige]>>[/color] three[/blockquote]
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[blockquote][color=412529]{ personality }[/color][/blockquote]
use a couple of sentences or a few words. we don't care.
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[blockquote][color=412529]{ roleplay sample }[/color]
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