Thread: Looking for Yaoi ( M / M) Role Plays.

Here are some of the guys I currently have. This first half are the boys who already have a starter for them. The second half are guys who only have pictures but no story to them just yet. All of them can be used in a Non-Human type role play. Name Casey Turnip Age Eighteen 18 Race Human See more x After four years of High School with the man of his dreams Casey's world comes crashing down when his boyfriend tells him that during that entire time he's chested on him every chance he got. Two months after moving into a new town Casey finds himself without family - having cut ties with them when he left - and almost no friends, struggling to put himself through college and keep a roof over his head. Can new love fix his broken heart? Sorry he is taken now! His Starter See more Best rave ever! Casey shouted but his voice was lost in the loud music, the teenager tilting his head back as he down his seventh Jello shot. He didnt have a clue what was in them but at the moment it didnt matter as Casey stumbled away from the bar and toward the mass of other beings that were dancing. Tilting his head back Casey laughed as he danced, the world around him blurred slightly as he stared up at the moon above him, the only thing he could really make out clearly anymore. Someone moved in behind him, placing their hands on his hips and Casey couldnt care less anymore as he raised his arms and wrapped them around the strangers head, closing his green eyes. Who needed a boyfriend anyway? So what if Casey and Jonnie had dated all through High School and suffered at the abuse of bullys for being gay together, with parents who couldnt understand where they had gone wrong in raising them? Caseys eyes opened slightly as another stranger moved in front of him, trapping him between the two men but Casey was feeling great, drunk on both liquor and the music. And someone might have slipped something in one of his drinks too. Casey laughed as he pushed his body back on the man behind him and it was most clearly a man judging by what was rubbing on Caseys ass while he pulled the man in front of him closer, moving his hips in time with the beat while one of the men felt his skin through the fishnet shirt he wore. Then just as they finished High School at last Jonnie had surprised Casey by asking if they could move in together. Casey leaned his head back letting it fall on the shoulder of the one behind him, eyes drifting shut once more. The joy of that day the two of them had packed up their stuff and moved into a one bedroom apartment had been like a dream come true for Casey. Not only that but they had been able to find a job at the same warehouse and had both been accepted into the same collage, it was like fate didnt want them to part! At least That was how it had seemed to Casey. Barely two months had passed when things started going sour. It had started off when Casey had started seeing Jonnie talking to one of the older truck drivers that worked at the warehouse, he hadnt thought much about it at the time. Maybe if he had then Casey wouldnt have been blindsided when Jonnie suddenly broke up with him, saying that he couldnt stand being around Casey every second of every day. Before Casey knew it Jonnie had left him for that same truck driver, living right in truck with the guy so he could cross country with him! Caseys green eyes watered suddenly as he roughly pushed the two away from him, stumbling slightly as he started making his way toward where the cars were parked. The two men shouted something at him but he didnt hear it, hands digging in the pockets of his cargo pants trying to find his keys. Who needed a boyfriend anyway? So what if when Jonnie left him it broke his heart and left him broke, Jonnie having removed all of their savings so Casey was facing getting kicked out of collage on top of losing the apartment? Casey found a car that looked sort of like the one he had borrowed from a friend, leaning on it as he struggled to put the key into the lock. It took him several minutes before Casey realized that it wasnt his car causing him to back away from it, holding onto the side mirror as he laughed. This.. This isnt - hehe. Still snickering Casey ran his fingers through his light green hair, tripping over one of his own feet for a second. I I I am in no shape to haha to drive. The cool desert air felt nice on his heated skin as Casey walked awkwardly among the cars, pulling on the door handles of each one he walked by until one door suddenly gave way. Confused Casey turned toward the car door he had opened, giving a drunken smile as he crawled into the backseat of the car and closed the door behind him. It was warmer in the car than outside, the sudden change in temperature leaving Casey feeling sleepy. Licking his lips Casey laid down on the leather seat of the car, pulling his legs up slightly as he snuggled down and dozed off quickly. In his drunken haze Casey didnt even realize that he was not in his car at all or that he was not alone. Name Terry Hastings Age Seventeen 17 Race Human See more x Terry has everything a teenager could want and more. His father's business of kidnapping women and selling them to the highest buyer has caused him to gain a very warped view of the world, he see's everyone as nothing more than a price tag. Though his father has tried to keep his son out of it Terry has still suffered under the hands of abuse which he has locked away for many years. On the outside he is cold, angry and refuses to take orders from anyone but on the inside he is a frightened child with a twisted idea on what 'love' is. This is meant to be a dark role play with a lot of abuse where you can break Terry into an obedient servant, spy or after breaking him down take the sweet road. WARNING! Terry is a rather difficult Role Play to do. Be ready to give posts with a lot of interactions between Terry and your guy otherwise I will not have that much to go on. His Starter See more You sick fucker, let me go! A young voice shouted in anger, the owner of the voice digging his heels into the ground as he was dragged forward. When my father finds out about this you are so dead! Terry Hastings kicked one leg out, feeling it connect with something but he wasn't sure if it was human or not. Hands grabbed his dark hair causing Terry to snarl in pain as his head was yanked back, feeling a round object being pressed to his lips. Terry kept his lips closed tight causing the man who was holding him to yank his black hair again, this time hard enough to cause Terry to cry out allowing the ball gag to be shoved into his mouth. The straps were pulled tight, digging into the corners on of his lips to leave bruises forcing him to keep his mouth opened, teeth sinking into the rubber and halting his enraged screaming. Terry wasnt sure by this point how he had gotten himself into this mess but he knew the reason behind it, and whose fault it was. The last thing he remembered was walking home from a party with a couple of friends, all of them to buzzed to drive and his father being a little bitch and refusing to send someone to pick him up since he had snuck out in the first place. Terry was what you would call a spoiled little rich boy, his daddy making millions each mouth by selling weapons to some overseas countrys and Terry eagerly blowing through it on anything he wanted even if he didnt need it. His father had always warned him to be ready for anything, that people might try to kidnap him which was the reason why he didnt go to school anymore. His father wanted him watched at all times, wanted him to be aimed at all times but there was only so much a seventeen year old boy could take. The only reason why his father wasnt seeding someone to get him now was because of how angry he had made the man, not that Terry cared. It had happened shortly after his friend Oliver had left him to wonder home leaving Terry alone where he had pulled out his phone and started cussing out his father, ordering the man to send someone to pick him up. His father hadnt taken too kindly to his tone or the fact that he had broken out of the house causing to two to get into yet another fight over the phone before the man had told Terry to find his own way home and hung up on him. It wasnt a common thing well the fighting was but not the part where the man sent his goons to pick up his son. Pissed off Terry had started walking home, muttering about how he would make the man pay for leaving him out in the cold when a van had pulled up at the end of the street he was walking on. Terry hadnt paid it too much mind as he had started passing it, laughing as he gave a sharp kick to one of the back doors so that it dented. What did he care? His father could just pay for the damages, or have the people killed anyway. It wasnt until he had turned away from the van that the back door had opened, two men jumping out to grab his arms. Before Terry had been able to get a good look at them or understand what was happening one of them had tied a blindfold around his blue eyes and a sharp punch had hit him in his stomach, knocking the air out of him so he couldnt scream for help. When he had regained his breath he was lying in the back of the same van he had dented, his hands cuffed behind his back and headphones over his ears with heavy metal music blasting so he couldn't hear anything. Terry couldnt be such how long they were driving around for but when the van had stopped was when he had starting fight and screaming, leading to where he was now. Terry grunted into the ball gag as he was roughly thrown facedown onto a mattress, the blindfold slipping a little so he could see. He had just enough time to make out a warehouse of some kind when he felt the mattress sink a little on the side, the blindfold being pulled back into place before he could turn his head and see who it was that had taken him. When the presser on the side of the mattress left Terry could only lay there, cheek resting on the horribly smelly and lumpy mattress that seemed like they had just gotten out of the dump. He was still angry though but in the pit of his stomach he was also afraid, fruitlessly yanking on the cuffs until he felt his fur trim jacket tear slightly. Great! Now on top of kidnapping him they had also caused him to tear his 500 jacket too! When his father came and got him Terry was going to make sure that whoever it was that had taken him was going to pay to replace it, or just be killed. Unable to see or hear anything Terry slowly pulled his knees up, the leather pants he wore making the movement a little hard until he pushed himself up so that he was sitting on his knees. He tugged on the handcuffs around his hands, feeling the sleeves of his jacket tear a little more, before sighing around the gag in his mouth as he lowered his head a little waiting for something to happen. Name Lumi White Age Eighteen 18 Race Oracle See more x Lumi's starter was left open to be used in a kidnap by a non-human but it can be changed for something else as well. He is a very sweet boy who has never seen any violence and is normally very happy, always with a smile on his face. Lumi is an oracle who is able to see slightly into the furture but he holds very little control over his powers. Perhaps a cult or a village - human or non - could learn about his powers and seek to use them for their own gain? Just a thought. See more Lumi White grunted softly as he pushed himself back up onto a washing machine, singing softly to the empty laundry mat he was in. He really shouldnt have put it off for so long but lately things had been pretty busy at the pet store he worked out, with the holidays and all that. Now that they were over Lumi was looking forward to things slowing down again. If it hadnt been for a mouse crawling into his dirty clothes and dying he might have gone on like this for another week but that had been the limit to his gross level. Hearing a ding Lumi hopped off the washing machine, his white open toed sandals hitting the tile sounding louder than normal in the empty place. Opening the dryer Lumi quickly gathered up his clothes, folding them neatly and stacking them up into the tub he had brought with him. One pale, fragile looking hand reached up to try and fail to tuck his brown hair behind one ear for a moment as he turned to look out the front windows of the building. For a few seconds he saw himself reflected in the window, a small mousy eighteen year old with feminine like curves. Really if he put on a dress he could pass as one, as it was the white tank top and shorts he wore showed off miles of lily white skin. Soft gray eyes looked past the reflection to see the darkness outside, turning away from the window to look at the clock. It was just a few minutes after nine, longer than what Lumi had been planning on being out. Turning back toward his clothes Lumi finished folding up the last shirt, reaching inside the tub to remove his iPod and ear buds. Slipping them into his ears Lumi heaved up the tub, holding it with one hand as he balanced it on his hip as he walked toward the front and opened the door. He paused in the doorway, a chill running over his bare skin and he was tempted to go back inside. With a small sigh Lumi started off down the street, his head lowered as he sorted through his iPod to find something to listen too. It was a long way back to his apartment, six blocks really. While there was a laundry room in the lower half of his apartment building the machines didnt tend to do a good job, more often than that the clothes would come out even dirtier than when they had gone it. The building he had just left was a little far but it was cheap, and the machines worked right at least. Plus there was a bookstore nearby that he loved to visit when he could so he didnt mind the walk so much. Really, for a kid with no parents he was thankful he had been able to find a small part time job and apartment for such a cheap price. Hey sister, do you still believe in love I wonder? Lumi sang softly, blocking out the rest of the world as he listened to Hey Brother by Avicii. Coming around a corner Lumi spotted a small group of men further up, lowering his head slightly as he crossed the road slowly to place more space between him and them. He hummed softly to himself as he started to pass them, feeling goose bumps break out along his skin causing him to pick up the pace a little. Lumi suddenly gasped softly as he stopped right across from them, looking straight ahead but his mind was a million miles away. Turning his head Lumi looked at the men with growing fear, his eyes no longer just a soft grayish color but held a ring of what looked like gold around the pupils growing slowly as though consuming the gray. It stood out clearly even in the darkness of the night, one man even pointed at him causing Lumi to quickly jerk his head forward, away from them and start moving forward at a much quicker pace. Just before turning around the corner Lumi risked a small glance over his shoulder at the group, his stomach turning slightly when he saw a couple of the men looking at him. Like a frightened mouse Lumi quickly rounded around the corner before breaking out in as much as a fast run as he could, still holding the basket up to his chest. One of the ear buds fell out but Lumi didnt stop to put it back in nor did he slow down when his legs started to burn from the odd pace and weight of the basket, brown hair falling in front of his once more gray eyes. Those men were bad news, he knew it now. They had done bad things to a lot of people, so much suffering and sorrow but now they had their eyes on him causing his heart to pound heavily in his chest. How did he know this? Because he saw it of course, saw what lay within their hearts and saw that they were a danger to him. There were times like this ever since Lumi had been a young child when he had seen things like this, saw what would happen before it did. He saw when his grandmother would die and had told her about it, sharing how much he loved her to the point that his parents had believed something to be wrong with him until she really did die just the way he had seen it. Ever since then they never doubted him again nor had they hidden his gift very well but just because he saw what was going to happen didnt mean it was going play out that way. There had been one day when Lumi had awoken from a sound sleep, screaming for his father not to leave to the point his throat had started bleeding. His father hadnt left that morning which it turned out had saved his life, a bridge that his father normally drove over had gone out causing a lot of people to be hurt but only a few to be killed. Lumi couldnt always see everything that would happen but what he could he could see if it was good or bad, truthfully he held very little control of this gift. At the moment as he rushed down the darkened streets he hoped it was one of those times when he could change what was about to happen, the twisting of his stomach making him feel as though he was going to vomit from the growing fear. His apartment building was within sight now and Lumi took another dare in looking over his shoulder but didnt see anyone behind him, that didnt really mean much however as there were plenty of alleyways and dark spots for someone to hide in. Just as he reached the door Lumi gasped again, the basket slipping from his fingers to hit the pavement and causing his ear buds to break free fully. Tilting his head back Lumi stared up at the darkened windows with that same golden color forming in his eyes, pressing his slightly shaking hands to his chest. They were in his apartment already he could see two forms standing in the darkness in his bedroom waiting for him. His cellphone was in his apartment, all of his coins used up doing his laundry. For once rather than allow the sight to slip away after it had shown him something Lumi grasped at it, trying to hold onto it or force it to show him some place where he might be safe but it only caused a headache to form in the back of his head. The gold faded away leaving Lumi standing in front of the building, trembling faintly as he looked around slowly in the darkness. He ran. Name Rook Galloway Age Two hundred and seventeen 217 Race Human but cursed with the looks of a demon. See more x Human but was placed under a spell to look like a demon. Sort of like a Beauty and the Beast type. He is very clingy and will refuse to allow your character to leave but how he treats your character will depend on how your character acts. I was thinking that perhaps a group stumbles across his castle so Rook will have to try and figure out which person is the one he is meant to be with, if there are women in the group he will go for them first but please remember this is a guy x guy role play. While it is a human type there can be magic involved. See more Read me this one Mema! A young child, no older than six said as he pulled a large dusty book off the shelf. Laughing softly the elderly woman moved forward to take the heavy book from the child, barely able to hold it herself. With a heavy groan she lowered herself down into an old rocking chair that rested beside the bed that the young boy had already crawled into, wiggling himself down into the blankets and looking excited about his bedtime story. The grandmother looked down at the book he had picked out and her smile fell ever so softly from her lips, shaking hands picking up the glasses that hung around her neck and placing them on her nose. The Cursed Prince. Oh dear, are you sure you want to hear this one? The elder woman asked, looking over at her grandson from the top of glasses. It doesnt have a very happy ending you know. But the little boy nodded his head anyway, the only part of his body that could be seen after he pulled the blankets up all the way to his chin. The grandmother smiled again and opened the book she knew the story well and would give him the kid version of it. After all it was a very unhappy and tragic tale. Once in a Kingdom so far away there lived a mighty King and a beautiful Queen, whom he loved so very much. One day the Queen came to the King with wonderful news, news they had been waiting on for many, many years. They were going to have a baby! The King was overjoyed by the news but he was worried as well. His Queen had always been of ill health so he feared that the baby would be hard for her to carry, and the King was right. Only a month later the Queen fell sick once more, this time endangering not only her life but the life she carried. The Grandmother paused to show the child a picture in the book of a woman lying on a bed, her stomach large in child and a man standing beside her looking fearful. Using all of his riches the King set out to find a cure that would save his Queen and unborn child. He crossed seas filled with danger, forests filled with demons until one night under the full moon the King came across a lone cabin. The King knocked three times but gained no answer and, believing that no one lived in the cabin, entered it. Inside he found food, water and a warm bed to which he helped himself to all three. With his stomach full and his thirst quenched the King laid on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. What the King did not know was that the cabin did belong to someone, an evil Witch. The Grandmother paused once more to show another picture, this time of the man helping himself to some food while a dark shadow stood in the doorway watching him. The Witch returned home to find her food eaten, her water drank and a man whom she did not know sleeping in her bed. With an enraged scream the Witch threw herself at the King who awoke in fright. Fearfully the King fell to his knees before the Witch and begged for him to let him life, telling of his quest to save his Queen and unborn child. The Witchs heart softened hearing his plea and ordered him go into her Garden behind the cabin and to pluck a single rose from the bush that had not yet bloomed. The Witch told the King that the rose was magic and that it shall not die so long as he held onto it, that when it did at last bloom he was to take each petal that fell from the rose and boil them into a drink for his Queen. But the Witch was also cruel and further told the King that as payment she would come to take their child from them on the eve of their sixteen year of life. If it should be a daughter the Witch would raise her to become a Witch as well, and should it be a son the Witch would kill him and use his life to grant her youth once more. The King, so frightened of the Witch, agreed. The Witch allowed the King to leave with a single rose. After months of traveling the King returned but only to find grave news awaiting him. His Queen had died during his time away, leaving behind only their child whom she had given her life to bring into the world. But the child was sickly, never crying and would not live much longer either. The King, seeing as he could not use the rose he had been given by the Witch to save his Queen, used it to save the life of his Son. Each night the King sat by the hearthside- What is a hearthside? The child asked, his voice thick in sleep. It means fire place my dear. The grandmother said, smiling softly before going on with the story. Each night the King sat by the hearthside and boiled the petals that fell from the rose, carefully giving the brew to his son to drink. For one full moon the King would not be moved from his place until at last the final petal fell and the babe gave his first cries. The King was overjoyed as he showed the kingdom the new Prince. But the King had not forgotten the deal he made to the Witch and sought out the help of a Good Witch to save him from such a fate. The Good Witch took the steam of the rose and boiled it, adding her own magic to the brew and had the Son drink it. The Good Witch told the King that his Son would never be killed by the Witch but that did not mean she could not still use her magic on him. The King thanked the Good Witch and went on to raise his Son happily. But what about the Bad Witch? The child asked again. On the eve of the Princes sixteen year the Bad Witch arrived at the kingdom and ordered the King to fulfill his end of the deal that had been made so many years before. The King first tried to tell the Witch that he had not used the rose to save his Queen as she had died, but had used it to save his Son. The Witch did not care however, saying that he had used the rose never the less to save the life of another. When the King could not reason with the Witch he laughed in her face, mocking her by telling the Witch she would never be able to kill his Son. Angered by his words the Witch took up a dagger and attempted to stab the Prince but the blade broke in her hold. The King ordered his soldiers to kill the Witch but as the Kings most trusted Captain raised his sword to cut off the Witchs head she sent a curse to the Prince. When the Witchs head hit the floor the Prince was transformed into a Monster. The Witchs severed head crackled, mocking the King by telling him that now the Prince would forever be alone, never be loved or raise a child of his own. And so the Witch died with her last laugh still on her lips. Horrified the King and the Captain took the young Prince away, returning to the Good Witch and begged for her help once more. But the Good Witch only shook her head in pity, telling the King she could not remove such a curse with her magic alone. The Good Witch told the King that only True Love could free him from the wicked spell. Given hope by this the King returned with the Prince and ordered his Captain to spread the news fair and wide that the Prince was seeking a bride, Princess or not. Many young fair maidens came in hopes of charming the Prince as to become his Bride but after they all saw the Monster he was they ran in fear back to their own countries. Now news began to spread throughout the kingdom of how a wicked and most fearsome beast had taken over the Prince causing the once peaceful people of the kingdom to take up weapons. The Prince, seeing how his Fathers kingdom was about to fall into War and Ruin, left under the cover of night to beg for the Good Witchs help. The Good Witch took the Prince away and hid him, somewhere far and safe. She placed him in a castle all for him, giving him a magical staff to take care of him. As her final gift for the Prince the Good Witch placed a spell around the castle to keep it hidden, telling the Prince that when the time came the spell would break and his True Love would find him. And so the Prince stayed in his hidden castle, alone and waiting for the next hundreds of years. Many claim that when the moon is full, and the night is still one can still hear the cries of the Forgotten Prince who is still waiting for his True Love to come and save him. The Grandmother closed the book and looked down at the sleeping child, sighing softly as she placed her hand over the cover of the book. Such a sad tale. I wonder who would write such a thing? Hey, watch this! A teenage boy looking barely seventeen cried loudly as he jumped from the top of a water fountain and into the pool below. Laughing the teenager climbed out of the water and stood on the edge, arms opened wide. Ta-da Silence. Rooks smile slowly fell from his face as his arms fell to his sides, staring out at the empty courtyard around him. His thin, midnight black tail slowly swayed behind him as Rook slowly lowered himself down to sit on the edge of the fountain, his face blank. Pink lips opened as he suddenly screamed loudly, the sound sharp and pricing. When Rook finally stopped the screech like sound he turned to look at down at himself in the water. The first thing that stood out among his face were the scleras of his eyes, what should have been white were pitch black as well causing his green pupils to stand out even more. With his black hair wet caused his pointed ears to stick out on either side of his head, Rook wiggling them slightly. Movement caught his eye causing Rook to sigh as he raised his wings slowly to stretch them out behind him, they were large but they felt heavy too. Rook had tried once a long time ago to try and fly with them he had crash landed into a tree and never tried it again becoming too afraid hed break his neck next time. Rook raised one hand to look at the black nails on them, sharp and more claw like than anything else. Everything about him just screamed demon, nothing to love about him. For a second tears gathered in Rooks eyes as he started to curl up beside the fountain, his thin frame shaking in quiet sobs before he gasped lightly. Shaking his head Rook jumped up, the smile back on his face. Hey, watch this! Rook jumped back over the wall of the fountain as he started to climb to the top again. In the courtyard where he played, had played for many countless years, everything from the tree tops down to the marble walkway looked like they had just been placed there. There was no dirt, no leaf out of place, no flowers that were withering or ill. The water in the fountain was deep blue, clean with little lily pads dotting around the edge. The flowers themselves were dusty pink and in full bloom, as always. An endless spring Sitting on top of the fountain Rooks green eyes moved slowly around a garden he knew well, had walked down countlessly and learned where each tiny stone, each flower and each leaf was. The garden went all around the rather small stone castle now covered in moss and vines because Rook had added them there some time ago in order to make it look less like a prison. The castle was three floors high without counting the underground, fifteen rooms which Rook took turns sleeping in and seventeen bathrooms and dressing areas. There was a dining hall, a kitchen, a library, four different parlor rooms each facing a different way, an art gallery and a small ball room for dancing. There was a fireplace in each room and five more out of them, counting the one in the kitchen for cooking. Twenty and four suits of armor, thirty and seven different paintings, nine big marble statues and nineteen small ones. Outside there were five fountains that were different than each other, a small pond where the frogs liked to play, and every now and then Rook would see stray deer wonder in from the outside world. He saw them strongest during the later months when he thought it might be winter because they came in larger numbers and stayed for a few months then left again. Rook liked to watch them play and sometimes even enjoyed running after them, stalking them, though he never came close and they seemed to understand his need to play. A couple had even allowed him to pet them once, something that had delighted him greatly. Suddenly Rook leaped from the top of the fountain and hit the side of the small castle, using his long claws to slowly climb up the side. Though he didnt use his wings to fly just by flapping them sharply a few times he could reach the top of the castle and sit on top of its roof, though it did have a staircase that lead up to the roof climbing up the side was a bit more fun. Lying back on the soft moss that grew there Rook stared up at the hole above him toward the blue sky rolling so far above. The truth was this place, the gardens and the castle itself, nested deep within a mountain for which there were several tunnels to be able to enter but Rook could not leave through them. His father and some of the guards who had been friendly to him before, as well as the good witch Lilith, used to visit them but it had been a while since they last had. Rook liked to believe his father was busy with kingly duties and finding his soul mate that it took up his time. Lilith hadnt visited in a while either come to think of it, was she looking up at the same sky right now thinking of him as well? With a sigh Rook closed his eyes and tried to picture in his mind how much longer he would need to wait in this place until his Heart came as last. It was impossible to count the days here because Lilith said time didnt work the same way here. In fact hadnt Rook seen his father looking much more gray in his hair than the time before his visit? Perhaps it was simply a trick of the light was all. The little demon price had no way of knowing that in fact several hundred years had passed since he had been sent here, that his father and his kingdom, that his friends and even the good witch had all since passed on into the next life. While he, thanks to this entrapment of a home and his curse, had aged only a year or two since coming here. He had no way of knowing that outside his mountain castle the world of kingdoms and knights had changed, that his tale had drifted into a fairy tale so few believed and even then mostly children. He had no way of knowing That that one who was meant to setting him free was closer than ever before. Name Mouse Age Twenty one 21 Race Human but with the way he handles a blade you wouldn't guess it. See more x A servant, living in a castle with the blood of assassin's running through him. For this role play one can either try to turn Mouse against the royals of the castle to kill them or have the prince or princes begin to spend time for him for some reason. Or the King or Knight if someone wanted an age difference in it. He is very quiet and almost never talks unless he is ordered too, though his answers normally make people very angry. Mouse doesn't shy away from saying what is on his mind but he does shy away from people. See more Many years ago there was once a small kingdom ruled by a fair King, the land rich in milk and honey and the people who lived there were happy. In this land however lived one village whose people were known as the worlds best assassins, hidden by all but the King and his close followers. For many years the Kings land remained in peace due to the Assassins who called themselves the Zilla Videl, the Shadow Devil. The Zilla Videl were so well hidden that not even the King knew where their village laid, if he should need their help in a matter a falcon was sent. One day however the falcon did not return The King feared the worst and he was right in doing so for not even a few months later war broke out among the kingdom, the King believing that the Zilla Videl had betrayed him. The King took up his sword and rode out to face the threat, leaving his kingdom behind in the hands of his brother. The King made the brother swear before his leaving, if he should not return he would ready his eldest son for the throne. The brother agreed, and the King left in strong faith he was living his entire world in good hands. It was months after having done so that the King and his men rode across a village that had been destroyed by the enemy armys. It was a grand and horrifying sight to behold as the number of dead soldiers from the enemys army was far greater than the number of villagers. The King called his army to a halt and ordered them to bury the dead villagers, hailing the village that had fought so hard and brought down so many on their own. It was during this time that the King made two shocking discoverys. While his men buried the dead the King entered the largest house in the village, wondering if perhaps he could find something of use for his own armys. On entering a large study the King was shocked to find the falcon he had sent out months before hand with his last message still attached to its leg. Realizing that they had come across the remains of the Zilla Videl the King was saddened but now understood that he had not been betrayed. As he turned to return to his army the King was shocked to find a small child standing not even three feet away from him, holding onto the severed arm of his dead mother. The Kings eyes softened as he began coaxing the child slowly to him but the child turned and fled. This did not stop the King as each day his army recovered at the village the King would return to the house, bringing food and water as he tried to gain the young childs favor. The child never spoke a word and never entered within arms length of the King, cowering like a frightened mouse until that King gave him that name, Mouse. After a week the King asked the child if he would tell him what happened to the village, the question causing Mouse to break down at last, crying and screaming for his parents. The King gathered the child into his arms, comforting him and taking him back to his camp. The King knew that an army was no place for the child so he gave a young solider the task to return back to his kingdom with the child, believing that his own son would help to repair the damage by becoming his friend. The King led his army forward and the young soldier carried out his task by bringing Mouse to the kingdom. The brother who had been left in the Kings place did not see the Kings idea as safe, fearing that the child who had the blood of the Zilla Videl flowing through him might hurt the young prince. The brother sent the child to the lower levels of the castle to become a lowly servant, keeping him there for a years to come. Though the servants who already worked there were happy to accept the child they soon found him to be strange and odd, their unease only growing when they found the easy in which the child worked a blade of any kind. Not long after the child came to them they began hearing noises in the walls as well, many believing the child having brought an evil spirit with him. They thought and whispered but never did anything, the child soon falling into the background. Thirteen Years Later Mouse stared at the world beyond the window he was washing, watching some children play in the freshly fallen snow for a while before he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Pale blue eyes stared back at him, the kind of eyes that didnt hold much hope in the world and who hadnt seen much kindness in it. There was an air of sorrow around him as he raised one fragile looking hand up to his grayish hair, trying to flatten it slightly before giving up. He wore a shirt that was slightly too large for him causing it to hang off one shoulder, Mouse lowering his hand to try and cover more of the pale skin that showed. The pants he wore were the same dirty gray coloring that were a little small on him, several inched of his ankles showing while the simple shoes he wore pinched his feet but when one was poor they took what they could get and were thankful for it. Finishing the window Mouse bent down to pick up the bucket of water, his braid falling over his shoulder as he moved into the grand ballroom to begin washing the windows there as well. Name Heartless Age ??? Race ??? See more x Heartless cannot remember his name, where he came from or even how old he is. At some point he believes he may have stumbled across the Time Realm in which he now lives. He spends his days and nights going through time, witnessing first hand natural and man made disasters but also he enjoys watching young couples fall in love and go through their lives together. He is very playful and tries to make friends but it never works out for him. In the starter I made I wrote that he couldn't be seen when he steps outside the Time Realm but I'm going to change it so that he can be seen if he wants too be. In this role play your character is welcomed to be from any point in time and stumbles into the Time Realm. What he wants to do with the ability to control time is fully up to you. Because Heartless removed his own heart - and lost it somewhere in time - he is unable to feel that many emotions, he can feel a little but they are more like shadows. See more Tick-Tock Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. It was an endless sound, constant and unchanging. If one had been here long enough the sound would first drive them mad and very long after that they would be able to tune out the sound all together. Tik Tok, goes the clock. Of course no one should have been in such a confusing place to begin with. For one such man what had begun as a nightmare had molded into an endless dream, accepting a fate that was meant for no one. What rhymes with clock? Ballcock, knock, dock, walk, sock, small talk, sweet talk The man fell silent for a moment, standing in the middle of pure confusion. There didnt seem to be any walkway under his feet but there he stood with twisted and ticking clocks slowly moving around him. Everything from the red and black buckled hat on top of his black hair down to the large, buckled boots he wore seemed to match the place he was in. There was a faint red tint in his eyes but he had long forgotten if perhaps he had been born with it or if it was a result of living here for However long it was he had been here. In fact he couldnt remember if he had been born here or not, or even what his name was. Sweet talk, no one to sweet talk to me. It would be nice if someone would. Talk, play and be gay. How nice to have a friend Why do I not have a friend? Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. If I am to have a friend then I must have a name. What name should I have? Did I ever have a name?... So many questions today. Or is it night? Raising one leg the man started walking forward once more, steps falling in time with the ticking and the toking. It wasnt that he was trapped in this place, not truly anyway. Time didnt matter here so he was free to travel as far as the birth of the earth to its death if he so wished, but the problem laid in he could watch events unfold and even so change them in he wished but no one could see him, talk to him, hear him. That kind of loneliness could twist anyones mind. Sometimes though someone did fall into the place he was in and for a few minutes he had another to talk too, but they never stayed long. They didnt care about the place he was in, they never wanted to travel through time with him, they never even asked for his name If he did have one that is. No, they always screamed at him to return them at once and so he did and no sooner than he placed them safely in their beds did they believe they had a wild and crazy dream with some madman in it. He was mad, not heartless Well that was not true but he would not force another to walk with him, talk with him, stay with him. Every time he was forced to return yet another human to their time it broke his heart further, the pain so great that after a while he finally had enough of the hurt and had removed his heart. It was in a safe place He thought. He couldnt remember where he had placed it or what time but surely if someone had found it he would know. Maybe. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. If I should have a friend I should have a name. For they will surely ask for my name in return for theirs and how rude would it be if I told them I do not have a name. And then they shall ask Why do you not have a name? and I shall say Because it is lost with my heart. And then we shall begin talking about why I do not have a heart either and that is boring to talk about as who wants to hear about anothers woes and foes? The man stopped once more, one leg still raised to take another step. Though I do not have a foe. He lowered his leg and returned to walking once more. If I am to have a name then what name should it be I wonder? Perhaps Clock? He turned his head to look at the twisted clock beside him, the hands turning wildly going backward. No, that wont do at all. Perhaps Tik Tok? Ack, no no. There is too much of that already. The man placed a hand on his chin and tilted his head to the side, becoming so still one would have thought he was a statue. Suddenly his eyes brightened, a smile came to his lips and he threw his hands up high. I know! I shall be called Heartless, because that is what I am. Very pleased with himself, Heartless returned to his stroll among the madness, hands placed behind his back and a smile still on his lips. Tik Tok, goes the clock Name Mint 'Candy' Good luck trying to get his real last name Age Eighteen 18 Race Human See more x Parents dead from a car crash and founding his little sister has cancer Mint did what any good brother would have done, dropped out of High School to become a prostitute. Mint has been forced to suffer under a lot of hands but has never allowed himself to fall off the path of trying to save his sister, taking life as it was thrown at him and forgetting the pain he had just felt by walking out the door. Trusting a stranger is what got him into this life, but can trusting another be the thing that saves him? Mint's role play is a day by day type that is meant to last until January 1st, New Year's Day. The role play begins on December 1st so you will only have one month to gain his trust and win his heart or else he is lost forever. See more Mint tilted his head back slightly as he stepped out of the Taxi, becoming dizzy just looking at the fifty floored hotel he was about to enter. The cold air nipped at his face causing his ears and nose to become red, seeping into the loose black coat he wore causing him to shiver faintly. Turning around Mint reached inside the running car to grab a small book bag from the backseat before he closed the cab door and reached into his coat pocket handing the driver what he owed. Pulling the coat tighter around himself Mint walked toward the hotel, black boots slipping on the ice on the sidewalk for a second before he regained himself. The doorman eyed him for a second, taking in the faded out coat and small black hat he wore on his head before looking away with a curl of distaste. Mint ignored him and opened the door himself, giving a soft sigh as the warmth from the lobby hit his face. The inside of the hotel was a breathtaking sight, one that Mint had never seen before and most likely never would again after tonight. The floors were made of pure white marble tile, so clean and spotless that if Mint looked down he could see himself in them while from the ceiling small, crystal chandeliers hung leading from the doorway all the way across the room to the staircase on the other side. As it was December 1st small Christmas decorations were hanging from across the lobby desks, a single long reef wrapped in slowly blinking lights and small painted orbs hanging off of it in different sizes. In different corners here and there different Christmas trees stood going from a pure white tree with small crystals in different color hanging from its branches to a large, fat tree covered in what seemed to be decorations made from children. In different pots stood flowers, most being roses in red or white while some held Christmas roses or Poinsettias to show the mood, even some of the statues had a wreath on top of their head with fake candles flickering faintly. Hearing someone clear their throat Mint became aware of the fact that he had been standing in the doorway for several minutes, gaping at everything like a fool. Feeling heat on his cheeks Mint quickly moved toward the desk, one gloved hand reaching up to nervously fix the little black hat resting on top of his auburn hair giving the single curl that stuck out an extra twist. Hi there, Im checking in. The clerk gave Mint the same look over as the doorman had before he turned toward his computer. Name? Mint Candy. The clerks cheek twitched face twisting as though he had smelled something unpleasant. Your Company for the night has not yet checked in. Your room is on the top floor. The clerk reached under the desk to remove a keycard, being careful when he handed it to Mint to keep their fingers from touching. Enjoy your night. Mint turned on his heel and marched away, his cheeks and ears flaming when the clerk coughed out something that sounded like whore but he acted like he didnt hear. He was used to this by now though it still stung sometimes. Taking a deep breath Mint moved past the stairs and toward the elevators beside them, jamming his finger into the button before crossing his arms over his chest. He could feel the clerks eyes on him causing Mint to narrow his green eyes as he started stabbing the button with his finger, trying to make it hurry up. After what seemed like an hour really it was only a couple minutes the doors slid open with a ding and Mint moved to step inside of them. That elevator does not reach the top floor you will need to take the stairs to the tenth level. The clerk suddenly said causing Mint to freeze with one boot already in the door. Slowly Mint removed his foot and turned away from the elevator toward the grand staircase beside it, refusing to allow himself to even glance at the clerk. He was already five steps up when the clerk spoke again. Not those stairs. Mint stopped, one gloved hand resting on the smooth banister before he took a deep breath and turned around. The clerk looked straight ahead and using a pen he was holding in his hand pointed toward the fire escape door on the other side of the stairs. With his face burning red now in shame or embarrassment he didnt know - Mint slowly walked back down the stairs and toward the fire escape, looking over his shoulder at the clerk who was looking down at his computer now. Pushing open the door Mint quickly slipped inside before the clerk could point out something else to him, closing the door behind him. It was not nearly as wonderful inside the fire escape exit, the walls made out of stone, the stairs from steel and painted bright red which helped him to see in the dim lightening and it was chiller as well but thankfully not as cold as it was outside. Lowering his hands to his side Mint started the long climb up the stairs, trying not to look up or down the higher he went. Less than ten minutes later Mint wheezed softly as he pulled himself up to the tenth floor, leaning on the railing for a second as he held a stich in his side. He should be thankful that clerk hadnt said he would need to walk up all fifty flights, hed be long dead! Mint could see the headlines now, Male Prostitute found Dead in Hotel Fire Escape Okay, so it would most likely never make the news. Hed be lucky if someone even found his body. After catching his breath Mint pushed open the door slowly and peered into the hallway, glancing both ways but didnt see anyone around. Even though he was starting to become warm Mint kept the coat pulled tight around his slim form as he walked toward the elevator and pushed the button, thankfully not having to wait nearly as long as he had before. When the door slid open Mint jumped back in surprise as a small white terrier dog started barking at him only to be yanked back by a beautiful woman holding its leash. Quiet Sugar, I said quiet. The woman said as she dragged the dog back to her side, Mint carefully working his way into the elevator as the dog watched him closely. Removing the backpack Mint placed it between him and the dog before pressing the button for the fiftieth floor, shifting slightly when the woman turned her head to look at him. Keeping his green eyes up Mint watched the numbers change slowly until they came to a stop on the twenty second floor where the woman got out at last, Mint finally lowering his eyes to watch her leave with the dog in tow. Now alone Mint sighed softly and relaxed, leaning back on the wall as he waited for his stop. Being a prostitute hadnt been his first work of choice really, when was it ever? but the money was good, and at the moment money was what Mint needed. His life was like a bad Life Time movie that came on during late night Monday, only he was a guy rather than a woman. Life had been good until he turned seventeen, then it started going downhill starting with the death of his parents because some dipshit sales man had sold them a car without telling them about the faulty break lines that needed repair. Mint couldnt even sue the guy because he lacked the money to do so. To make matters worse his little sister had been in the car with his parents even though she had lived with only a broken arm while she was staying in the hospital the doctors found she had Leukemia. Mint closed his eyes as he felt tears building in them, barely able to remember what all had been said to him. With Lucy in the hospital Mint had dropped out of High School to begin working any jobs he could but nothing seemed to be able to cover the growing number of bills that seemed to come each month. Then several months ago Mint had been offered a job by a man posing as an agent, saying that Mint had just the body he was looking for in his line of work and swore that it would make him big money. At the time Mint hadnt cared and blindly signed the contract that had been offered to him, not even realizing what was going on until he was being stripped naked and thrown into a room with his first client. He sold his virginity for 5000 but most of it had gone right into his new bosses pocket. Hearing the doors slide open brought Mint back to where he currently was, seven months and hundreds of other clients later on his way to see another. Reaching up Mint fixed his hat and curl once more as he walked down the small hallway to the other door on the other end, reaching inside his coat pocket to remove the keycard. Unlocking the door Mint pushed it open and gasped softly, moving into the large penthouse suite slowly as the keycard and pack slipped out of his fingers. The sheer size of it nearly overwhelmed Mint as he walked from room to room before he opened up the sliding glass door that led to a balcony that was large enough for a Jacuzzi to rest on, the water already hot and bubbling to the point that it had melted the snow and ice around it. Mint would have loved to live in such a place it was like some sort of dream really. After standing outside for several minutes Mint finally gave into the chill of the night air, turning away from the lights of the city to go back inside. He was here to do a job, not prance around like some prince from a fairytale. Reaching down Mint began to undo the buttons along the front of his coat as he walked into the front living room like area, removing the coat at last. The outfit under it was not something that anyone should be wearing in such weather, and it was even less likely what one would find an eighteen year old boy wearing. Placing the coat across one of the chairs Mint reached to tug the black tube top he wore down a little bit more while fixing the short shorts he wore so they rode down just enough to show he wore nothing under them. Grabbing the coat Mint headed back toward the front to hang it up in the front closet, removing his boots and placing them in as well so the only thing on his legs were the thigh high black stockings he wore. Picking up the backpack and keycard he had dropped earlier Mint opened up the pack, reaching inside to remove several different items and placing them out along the small coffee table in the living room. A riding crop, handcuffs, strawberry and regular lube, several different brands of condoms in different sizes and a couple of toys in case they wanted something extra spicy. Mint removed a small tube of chapstick from one of the side pockets, giving his lips a little shine to them before he placed the empty pack in the closet as well. Raising his hand Mint fingered the small cross around his neck for a second before removing it as well, hiding it in the pack at the last second. He wasnt sure if someone like him was allowed to believe in a higher power or not but it gave him at least a small amount of peace after dealing with the really rough clients. He just hoped that this one wouldnt be too bad, he had never been inside such a grand place before and had no idea what that would mean. Mint took a seat in the living room in one of the chairs in front of the coffee table, facing the door. He wore a small smile on his face as he crossed his legs, trying to look right at home and relaxed even though his heart was pumping in his chest. Intro About Me Extra About Them 1 , 2 , 3 Ideas Monster Boy's