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

Christopher and Alice are both apart of the same Role Play so they both share the same starter. This starter was meant to be a three way with me playing both Christopher and Alice. The student, Christopher, is a bottom while Alice, the teacher, doesn't mind being top and bottom. It is meant so that my partners character meaning YOU would be the dominant one to both of them. Name Christopher Pixwell Age Seventeen 17 Race Human See more x Christopher is a full out bookworm, head in the clouds, follows all the rules kind of boy. Having come from a low class family with almost no money has caused him to be the social outcast of the school and being picked on is something he is no stranger too either. Though it tends to get him down Christopher bounces right back up after getting himself a new book or homework too do. He has a huge crush on his Art teacher, Mr. Christian even though the man is several years older than him. Name Alice Christian Age Twenty five 25 Race Human See more x Alice is normally a very soft spoken teacher, but his temper is feared throughout the school. His father is Head Dean which is how he was able to become a teacher though he was still very young when he first started. He enjoys spending time by himself in his own room at the Rosewood Academy and while he has throughout the years been offered more times than he could count to sleep with a student Alice has always turned them down. That can't be said for many of the other teachers however. He can be very cruel at times, taunting a students feelings because he believes it is best if they get over them quickly. See more Christopher squirmed in his seat as he glanced at the clock every five minutes, barely able to contain himself as he tightened his hold around the book bag he was holding. It was an early Friday morning, the weather outside just barely reaching about 35 degrees with a cloud overcast. For one boy at Rosewood Academy for Boys the cool weather couldnt bring down the happiness building inside of him as he once more glanced at the clock. Today they would be leaving for a trip to the Green Mountains that would last from Friday until they returned Monday evening, during which time they would be staying at the Green Mountain Inn that rested at the foot of the mountain. The whole school wasnt going either, only Mr. Christians art classes. Each class had one trip that they took each year, the teacher being the one who picked where they would be leaving for and each year Mr. Christian always brought his art students to the same place. Even since Christopher had been a freshman had this school he had dreamed about finally being able to go on this trip and today it was finally happening, the boy hugging the pack closer to his chest as his sky blue eyes seemed to glow in his joy. The bell for homeroom sounded and Christopher shot out of his seat, all but dashing out of the door and out of the large building of the school. He raced across the open ground, at the moment the large open space and tree line around the edge of the school all covered in ice and snow. As Monday was the start of Winter break as well many of the students would be leaving over the weekend to return to their parents with plans to travel someplace else to spend the holidays. Rosewood Academy was mostly a school for the rich and upper class families but that wasnt to say if someone didnt work hard enough they couldnt get in, or by lucky chance. The only reason someone like Christopher was in the school to start with was because the school had held a number of contests going from art to sports, Christopher had won both the art and writing contest but as he only needed one to be let in the second place winner of the writing had been let in as well. His mother and Aunt had both cried when Christophers letter had come in saying he would be allowed to attend the Academy with all bills paid so long as he kept his grades above an A. It hadnt been easy but Christopher had done it for three and a half years, and after winter break he would only have to go four more months before he would be allowed to graduate. Christophers head spun as he entered the Owl dormitory, a four story building that was large enough to house up to a hundred students. Besides the Owl dormitory there were three other dormitorys, the Snake, the Wolf and the Dolphin with each one capable of holding up to a hundred students, plus staff if need be. Each building held a library, a dining hall, a gym with a pool and a garden behind it. The school also held these things but the much larger version of them. On each floor of the dormitorys there held three large bathrooms with showers and a spa room, Christopher had learned a way for him to slip up onto the fourth floor so he could use their bathrooms rather than his on the third floor in order to avoid some rather unpleasant people. Laughing Christopher hurried up to the third floor and headed toward his room, opening it just enough for him to carelessly throw the backpack into the room and close the door once more before he was racing back down the stairs. Coming out of the dormitory Christopher ran all the way to the front of the school, his bluish hair flying in the wind as he merged with the rest of the senor students waiting there. Two large buses waited to drive them the six hours to the Inn, not the little school buses either but the large ones with their own bathroom in them and mini TVs hanging from the ceiling. Mr. Christian would be riding in the first bus while in the second one the science teacher Mr. Mallory would be riding in, Christopher felt sorry for those students. Mr. Mallory was creepy as hell. xXx The Head Dean had it out for him, he was sure of this. Why else would that old fart pair him with That thing. Kahaha! Wont this be fun my little pretties? The voice sent a chill down Mr. Christians spine and he felt just a tad bit sorry for the students who were staring at Mr. Mallory is despair. The man was wearing his lap coat, as normal, and his glasses, as normal but the man was wearing A house robe under the lab coat. Mr. Christian had no idea what he was wearing under that, but he was sure that it would be something that would cause the boys he was riding with to scream in fear and have scars for the rest of their lives. Feeling a headache forming already forming Mr. Christian lowered his eyes back down to his clipboard, holding the frame of his reading glasses between two fingers as he went over for the tenth time what students he would be riding with during the trip as his dark hair fell in front of his eyes. He had already planned everything out, where each student would sit, whom they would be sharing a room with and what they would be doing on the trip. He was sure that Mr. Mallory had done none of this however but thankfully Mr. Christian had wrote up such plans for the trip, even adding in any students who needed medicine or were allergic to something. A chill moved over his body causing Mr. Christians head to snap up, knowing what was coming next but was unable to get away from it. Pale arms, so much so they seemed white, wrapped around Mr. Christians neck as the creepy as hell science teacher threw himself onto Mr. Christians back. Alice baby Remove your arms at once or I shall break them off, Mr. Mallory. And do not call me by my first name. Alice muttered softly under his breath, praying to whatever god was still listening to him that none of the students heard his most hated first name. Unluckily however, it was common knowledge at the school. Dont be like that my little Alice. Xalkery Mallory said as he tightened his hold further around Alice, hugging him closer as he nuzzled into the side of his head. This is our first trip together in five years. Can you believe it? Five years! Why I remember the last time we went to the Inn together- And what a horrible mistake that was. Such a wonderful night, just the two of us- After you got me drunk at the bar. Sharing a room and the face you ma- Xalkery was cut off sharply with the sound of wood being broken over his head, the science teacher finding himself face down on the ground as Alice held the broken pieces of the clipboard together. Students! Line up in a single line in front of your bus now! Alice yelled with a very rare show of emotion on his face as he stormed up the steps of his bus. Christopher quickly fell in line with the rest of the students, keeping his fingers crossed for two things. One, that he would be able to sit next to the art teacher Mr. Christian and the second that he wouldnt sit anywhere near Him. Slowly Christopher moved through the line until he was in front of the bus, tripping over the stairs for a second in his eagerness. Feeling a hand on his forearm Christopher raised his head, face blooming with color when he saw Mr. Christian kneeling in front of him holding his arm. Are you alright, Christopher? Christophers heart started to race in his chest as he nodded his head weakly, feeling utterly gleeful being near the twenty-five year old male. Even with the eight year difference between the two Mr. Christian still looked very youthful making it hard to tell his age. Y-yes, Mr. Christian. Christopher muttered out causing Mr. Christian to smile, which did nothing to help Christophers racing heart. After being helped back up onto his feet Christopher felt like he was about to die and go to heaven as he was moved into the seat right beside where Mr. Christian would be sitting at. This truly would be the best day ever! Beaming with happiness Christopher quickly buckled himself in before looking out the window, watching as the staff loaded in their suitcases which they had packed the night before and left outside their doors that morning. Name Tito AgeTwenty Three 23 Race Feline Shape-Shifter See more x Tito acts like a tough, bad boy and he does enjoy his fights a little too much but there is a soft side to him when it comes to animals, mostly cats rather than dogs though. He holds a job as a nature photographer which takes him mostly around the states but he has dipped further up into Canada at times. Tito does whatever he wants, when he wants to do it and doesn't care about humans in the least. Pretty much like a cat normally acts. The only thing that ever brings him down, causes him to turn tail and run from a fight and to seek out human contact as much as he can is when his heat kicks in. Which so bites for him. Yes, this is a M-Preg role play which I will not be changing. For nineteen weeks Tito will be pregnant and the babies will come out a cross between whatever animal or human your guy will be. Besides the pregnancy there will also be hunters aiming to kill or capture them, other shape-shifters who may not like the new couple as well as Tito himself as even after he falls in love he will refuse to say or show it in anyway. See more Oh, youre such a gentleman! The womans shrill voice priced Titos ears, adding to the growing headache forming despite the slightly cool night with the full moon beaming down on the park they were walking through. I really enjoyed the dinner, you dance so well. Well I only aim to please it has been a while since I last dated a woman with such beauty as you. Turning his head Tito smiled down at the woman, his amber eyes almost glowing in the near darkness with his light blonde hair hanging in front of his face. The woman giggled as she raised her hand to brush back her own red hair, blinking her eyes up at him. He couldnt even remember what color they were by this point, hell he couldnt even remember her name. Titos stomach turned slightly as he looked away from the woman, feeling his nose twitch from all the perfume she had laid on in hopes of covering up the fact that she hadnt showered that morning. God that was gross. The only reason why he was even on a date with her was for one reason only, to mate. When the woman looked away to see where they were going Titos hair suddenly moved, two feline ears perking up and twitching faintly. They were large, lightly tanned so they blended in with his hair with black spots over them which Tito covered up with a little bit of makeup so they wouldnt stand out that much. Carefully tucked in Titos pants was a matching small tail, much easier to hide from sight unless he was naked. Tito was clearly not human he was what one would call a shape shifter. Not to be fooled with a were-animal because Tito didnt need a full moon to turn into his form, a Serval, and it wasnt nearly as painful since he didnt fight his inner animal. Unluckily for Tito however, shape shifters and were-animals did share one common little detail. Both went into heat. Tito slowly slipped an arm around the womans waist to bring her in closer, his eyes drifting halfway closed as he took in a deep breath through his nose. He could smell it clearly under that hellish perfume, the reason why he had even picked up this woman not even a few hours ago, and that was because she was ovulating. Damn this rut, he could happily spend his entire life by himself if it wasnt because of this basic need to either impregnate or become pregnant. Just another little cruse he had to deal with. With a small sigh Tito tilted his head back to look at the moon, holding back a purr at the sight of the clear night. It was a perfect time for him to change into his feline form and go running through the forest, exploring every little hole he came across and chasing little animals simply for the enjoyment of running after something alive. It wasnt a curse to be what he was, in fact he loved being a Serval and if it wasnt for the fact that he went into heat once every year he would have the best life ever. But he did go into heat and it was a real pain in the ass too. It starts out small, with little hot flashes from time to time. Then a coworker starts having a real nice smell about them that just makes his inner kitty purr, seeking out reasons to hang around them while perhaps doing something to draw attention to his body like bending over a table. In fact Tito was lucky there wasnt another shape shifter or were-animal around these parts that he knew of, they would surely be able to smell him and start looking for him. If it turned out to be an animal that was stronger or faster than Tito was, and it turned out there were a lot of animals that were, they would most likely begin wooing or just flat out using him during this fragile time. The last stage was the worst, were you just settling for anyone or anything that is willing to go home with you, leading to the thing currently on his arm. He liked men a lot more than women, he didnt have a reason why, he just did but the problem with this was during his heat his body changed allowing him to become the one carrying kittens for the next nineteen weeks. Thankfully it hadnt come to that and while Tito didnt like picking up random women at least he was able to beat down the horrible urge for a couple hours, even if it meant dealing with women who were far to clingy and talked way to much about every little thing. Titos tail twitched inside his pants to show how annoyed he was before the woman beside him suddenly stopped and gasped causing Tito to stop as well and look down at her, a little confused. She was staring up in horror up at him or rather something on top of his head causing Tito to blink for a second as he raised his hand to his hair Feeling the still standing up right twitching ears on top of them. Whoops. The woman opened her mouth to scream but Tito beat her too it, a clawed hand shooting out to cover her mouth as he started pushing her back into the tree line. Guess there was no reason to hide it now. Opening his mouth Tito gave a low, angry hiss to shut the woman up as he used his other hand to keep a strong hold on her arm. He didnt much care for when he needed to be rough with someone but that wasnt going to stop him from taking what he wanted if it would cool him down for a few hours. Coming to a spot away from the path they had been walking Tito shoved the woman face down into the dirt, sinking down to his knees on either side of her so she couldnt run away. She was starting to cry now, the noise only further to annoy Tito as his hands started to push up the back of her dress, the Serval giving a loud hiss to shut her up- Titos head suddenly snapped up, taking several deep breaths through his nose as he sniffed the air. Damn it to all hell, someone was coming. Tito placed his hand on the back of the womans head to shove her face into the dirt, shutting up her sobbing so Tito could hear better. He turned his head slowly from side to side his pupils formed like slits like the angry cat he was becoming as he peered into the darkness while his overly large ears twitched this way and that. Without warning Tito grabbed the side of the womans head in both hands and snapped her neck, the woman becoming still as Tito bolted from his spot to rush deeper into the small wooded area he was in. The long sleeve jacket he wore blew in the wind from the speed he was going, not caring in the least about getting his shoes or pants muddy. He only ran for a short while before coming out a different part of the park with a large open space and a small pond near it, at the moment empty of everyone since this part of the park was closed off at night. Stopping Tito turned and dropped down to all fours, becoming very still as he watched the area he had just come out of closely like a cat before the pounce. Name Micah Age Twenty 20 Race Human, capable of magic See more x From a young age Micah was trained by Angels to become a Warrior, a handful of humans who are capable of wielding Angel magic to fight demons. When he turned fifteen however Micah fell in love with one of his masters and was cast out of the village he had lived in to fend for his own, being seen as 'unclean' or 'tainted by demons' because of his unnatural love for another man. He has been taught in the ways of fighting and survival but holds next to no knowledge on the joys of the human body and sees himself as a freak because of the love he held. For the next five years Micah has built himself a home and killed any demon who has ever come near it, living day by day without any contact with angels or humans forcing him to be alone. See more In the year 2012 hell broke free to run wild over the earth, the lands themselves tearing open as the beasts only found in the darkest of nightmares spewing forth. At the same time Heavens gate opened as Angels poured from the sky, so beautiful and yet cloaked in power fought to control it while the Third Kingdom, also known as humans, fought to survive the chaos. Cities were destroyed and left in ruin in less than days, lush forests burned to the ground and into wasted ash while the blood of the Three Kingdoms suffocated any new life trying to grow while the battles dragged on for years with no side gaining any ground and humans struggled to remain, without much hope. Almost 300 years later the war was still going between the Angels and the Demons, humans close to being wiped off the remains of a world once known as earth. In a place once known as New York, the name having been forgotten long ago by the last of the humans since they could no longer able to read, our story begins. Demons took control of the city, taking their time in killing the last of the humans for sport and pleasure while Angels did their best to protect them with little luck. Though unable to read, write, or do half of the things they were able to do 300 years before humans learned how to stay alive, what type of Demons had which attacks and where the Angels stayed in case they needed help. The Angels began different attempts, different ideas, on the humans from training them to weapons to even teaching them how to control magic. It was learned that only ten out of a thousand humans were able to control Angel magic, these humans being taken in to be trained as any young Angel would. It was harsh and cruel training but the results were Warriors capable of bringing down demons on their own. But I digress now I said our story started in New York yes? In what was once known as New York Park, the plants having long since over grown and spread out across most of the city by then, two figures clashed in a battle. One was clearly a demon with bright red skin, a cross between a wild boar and a human. Its face bore the shape of a pigs with two pure white tusks curling out from its top lip which at the moment were pulled back in a snarl and hooves for feet that did not hinder the beasts movements at all. The demons chest was human in shape which moved into human like arms and hands, in the left holding a tree trunk like a club. There were a number of cuts along its skin though that gushed out blood as red as its skin running down the large body to soak into the loincloth it wore as clothing and seep into the ground. The pig mans opponent was human though and didnt have a single mark on him. In both of his hands the young looking male held onto something that looked as though it was made of pure light, holding into the shape of a sword. His hair was a soft blonde color that looked nearly white in under the pale moonlight looking almost windblown that perhaps was the result of the battle. Or else his hair always looked like that. Just under the light hair were focused hazel eyes with specks of blue and green around the pupils, burning with some deep emotion that couldnt be placed. What parts of his skin that could be seen under his strange clothing and armor was pale and seemed to hold a faint glow about it, as though he had never seen a single day of sun in his life. The end result was clear to both of them but still the boar demon did not yield to its fate as it opened his mouth wide to scream its hate and rage at the young human before it charged forward, throwing the tree at him in the same moment it lowered the massive tusks. The human did not even blink as he rushed forward as well, turning the sword toward his left side. Within inches of the tree he swung it upward, slicing the tree in half to show the demon coming at him from the other side but in the same movement the human swung his arms back down. The blade cut through the demons flesh as easily as cutting through a rotten apple, the human only having enough time to close his eyes before he was covered in the burning hot blood that came as a result of slicing the boar clean in half and traveling between the two. The two parts of the demon fell to the ground, twitched for several seconds before at last becoming still as death. The human remained tense for several minutes longer however before the blade of light disappeared into nothing, the young blood covered male relaxing. He shook himself like a wet drop, sending a shower of blood drops every which way before reaching up to try and wipe away the blood from his eyes so he could see once more. With not even a backward glance at his fallen foe the human boy started walking forward, not even making a sound though he wore heavy armor like boots. He never said a word, never looked away from straight ahead and didnt show any emotion on his face at all now. For nearly thirty minutes the human walked through the over grown forest before coming to what had once been a large lake near the center of the park. Now, perhaps the result of the shifting land from earthquakes over the years, the lake bubbled and steamed like one large hot spring. He looked to the right for a second and then the left before he turned and started walking along the shore toward the right. Only after a couple minutes the human male came to an area that was surrounded by boulders, forming a small pool like area. He paused and looked around the spot for a minute or so before moving toward the edge of the water. Removing one of his gauntlets the boy bent down on one knee and stuck a finger into the water, removing it quickly. He poked the water once more but this time left his finger in, testing how hot the water was but seeing as the skin on his finger wasnt melting off then it seemed to be okay to bathe here. Micah stood up once more, gave one last look around before reaching up to tug on the string the held the wing like scarf really it could pass as shoulder pads as well, it may look easy enough to tear but it could withstand a sword attack together, removing it to hang it up on a tree nearby. Next came the belt and then his form fitting, no sleeve shirt both of which he tossed back onto the branch as well. The boots took Micah a minute to get out of, the heavy boots making a small cloud of dirt when he threw them to the side until the only thing left were the tight pants which didnt even last twenty seconds before they joined the rest leaving the 20 year old male naked. Reaching up Micah ran both of his hands through his blonde hair as he walked slowly into the heated water, inch after inch of pale skin disappearing under it until he was waist deep in it. Micah cupped his hands together, watching the water pool into his hands for a moment before whispering something in the language of the Angels. The water around him shifted before rising up, moving like an aquatic snake as it arched over his head where it stopped. The tip of the arch suddenly started to let water drops rain down over Micahs head, acting like a shower. With a sigh Micah ran his fingers through his now wet hair as the gore of the earlier battle was washed away into nothing and helped him to lower his guard, relaxing for the first time in months. Name Nuri Age Seventeen 17 Race Angel See more x Nuri is a young angel, fresh from falling from heaven to spend his next 100 years on Earth. It is the time to mark him leaving his childhood and becoming an adult, learning to control his magic and how to fly. It is also the time for him to make new friends and learn how terrible demons and some humans are. Nuri doesn't understand what a 'lie' is, what 'pain' does or even how wonderful 'love' can be. He views everyone and everything as his friend, does everything he can to make other people happy even if it upsets him and is always looking forward to trying new things. So the questions are What is going to find him first and What path are they going to lead him down? See more There is an event that takes place once every hundred years, on the same day and on the same time which begins at the stroke of midnight and ends less than ten minutes later. It is the day that the stars fall from the heaven to earth, an event that is an enjoyment to mortals to watch but for another race it marks the beginning of a young angels journey to becoming an adult. One such brightly shining star raced through the skys, seeking out a place to land as it left a golden trail behind it which soon disappeared into nothing. Many others strayed away on their own, covering miles in less than seconds and others stayed in pairs as to not be alone when they found their own place to land. Giggling could be heard from the star as it twirled through the air before it narrowly missed running into the tower of a castle, rocketing past the windows with childish laughter as it moved on further. Nearing the ground now the star dodged around trees and boulders before coming to a small lake where it kept along the shallows. Suddenly it stopped all movement, hovering just a couple inches above the water as it bathed the area with the same golden light. Now that it wasnt in a flurry of movement, and if someone had been there to see it, they could see that it was a rather large star roughing about the size of a human being. In fact, looking closely there seemed to be movement inside of the floating star as though there was somethin- Pop Ah! The star suddenly popped in a burst of light as something fell from where it had been hovering, landing into the water below. The little being flopped around in the water in a rather ungraceful manner before it righted itself, sitting up in the shallows to look around. It was in fact a he, a teenage looking boy who was stark naked save for some sort of cloth around his waist which helped to cover his heart shaped behind and male parts. The boy raised his hands, delicate and fragile with smooth pale skin that was hairless and as soft as a flower petal. Tilting his head back the boy watched the little ring of light that had been floating above his head all this time slowly disappear into a thin veil of smoke which drifted down for a second to peck him on his pink lips in a form of a kiss before slipping up back toward the sky that he had just fallen from. With a small laugh that sounded like bells the boy raised his hand to wave goodbye to it as on his back two small wings fluttered, for a second or two lifting him out of the water before lowering him back down into it as they were unable to support his weight just yet. Turning his head the boy looked back at his wings, reaching back with one hand to run his fingertips over the soft downy feathers. It would take a hundred years for his wings to grow and become strong enough for him to fly back home, a hundred years he would spend on earth. Nuri tilted his head back once more to watch the rest of the stars falling for a second with a soft smile on his face, blinking his faintly glowing emerald eyes that seemed to mirror the sight he was watching. Oddly enough his eyes seemed to lack pupils, an endless flow of color. Looking down at the water Nuri gained his first look at the form he had been given for his time here, raising his hands to his face as he lightly touched the skin that still held a little baby fat on it. Nuri didnt mind, in fact he loved his new form and his new home. Laughing once more Nuri placed his hands on the ground as he slowly pushed himself up onto his shaking legs, his small wings opening to beat uselessly on his back to try and help support his weight as he took his first steps And fell face first into the water. Nuri felt a small sting on his hand as he sat back up, looking down at a tiny cut on the inside of his palm. He knew what this feeling was even though he had never felt it before it was called pain and the soft golden liquid coming out of it was known as blood to his kind. Even as Nuri watched the small cut sealed itself shut once more leaving not even a hint of trace it had ever been there to begin with. The angel boy ran his thumb over the remaining blood that had been left behind, giving it a small lick to taste it but only tasting water. More carefully this time Nuri stood and placed one foot in front of the other, slowly becoming steadier on his feet the longer he walked. Giggling Nuri walked a little faster which grew into a trot and then a full out run as he turned to run across the top of the water of the lake. The fallen stars had ended now leaving Nuri alone with nothing but the moon watching over him and the number of forest animals coming to watch him, able to sense a being of light and kindness near them. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes Nuri opened his arms out wide as he spun around the center of the lake, dragging air into his virgin lungs and feeling his heart beating strongly his chest. He was alive and he never wanted it to end. Name Sage White Age Twenty eight 28 but looks like he is twenty. Race Human See more x Sage has lately been finding himself down on his luck when it comes to relationships and his job. Someone would think that being a model would be easy right? Stand in front of a camera all day taking pictures, walking down the runway showing on the current 'in' clothes, what could really be so hard about that? One word, 'gossip'. After switching company's in which he works at - twice - Sage thinks he found himself the perfect man only to find himself in his worst nightmare yet. He escapes - temporally - on a small little boat ride only to find out how bad his luck truly is when he ends up getting shipwrecked on an island. How is he going to survive when he knows nothing about wildlife? Is he truly as alone as he thinks? And when the time comes for him to return home, can he do it? See more There you are! What are you doing out here? The party is inside! Sage turned his head to look back over his shoulder at the person who had spoken but as it turned out they werent even looking at him at all, rather a woman who had been standing some feet away. With a small sigh Sage turned his head to look out at the darkened sea around the small yacht, raising the small glass of champagne his sixth glass to his lips to finish off the rest of it. Really, he didnt want to be here at all but for another three days it was time away from his one of his ex-boyfriends. His hand moved to the light blue sweater sleeve he was wearing, tugging it down a little more even though the bruises on his arms were well hidden. For the past year Sage had been running through a string of bad luck when it came to boyfriends, each way just getting a little worse than the next. First there had been his boss a leach if ever there had been one who Sage had made the mistake of saying yes to for a date where he had become drunk, waking up the next morning to find he had slept with the man. That had been bad enough as it was, and Sage had tried to let the man down but by then the damage had been done since his boss had already run his mouth about how easy Sage had been to some of his friends. Everyone in the modeling agency that he had worked at how found out about it, people he had thought were his friends had turned on him and pretty soon it had spread to other agencies the he was willing to go down on the boss to make it to the top. It had been painful time for Sage, and it still was since even after switching to a different agency in New York people had found out about it as well. His next boyfriend had been another young model, six years younger than Sage who was twenty eight though he still looked like he was twenty but that hadnt bothered the other in the least. They dated for three months and all had been fine, until Sage learned that the other had just been using him in order to get higher up on the food chain. Sage later learned after the break up that the man used it in order to play the heartbroken victim, dragging Sages name through the mud about how he had given Sage everything only to have the other throw it back into his face by cheating on him. Which wasnt true but no one believed him again. Then a month ago, just barely five days into December Sage meet his latest boyfriend in a coffee shop in Florida Sage having once again switched to a different agency -. Tears built up in Sages greenish blue eyes as he let the empty glass slip from his fingers to disappear into the black sea under him, the tears soon following after it. The man had been like something from a dream to Sage, kind and wonderful. He worked as a cop, and had believed what Sage had told him about his past. For nearly three weeks Sage was in heaven and had quickly fallen in love with the Derek, believing that perhaps this time it would be different. Until Sage found out Derek had a wife and two children. A choked sob came from Sage but he soon covered his mouth with one hand, his whitish blonde hair blowing around his face as the tears kept pouring freely. When Sage had learned about it he had tried to break up with Derek, key word being tried. The man had beaten him until Sage had begged for him to stop, to forgive him, anything to keep himself from being killed. Being a model it was impossible for him to hide the bruises so he had taken a weeks leave for New Years, and on a whim had accepted to go to the first party he had been asked too. Which was how he had ended up on this yacht without the furthest idea who anyone was, where they were going and not having any idea what he was going to do the moment they returned. Derek had been blowing up his phone ever since Sage had left but he was smart enough not to answer it, even an airhead like him knew better than that. Hearing the people behind him start counting down Sage lifted his head, rubbing his nose on his sweater until everyone suddenly shouted. Happy New Year. Sage said softly to himself, raising his eyes toward the stars when fireworks began to burst across the sky. Even there bright colors werent enough to bring a smile to Sages face rather he turned and headed back into the yacht to return to his room for the night. xXx Have you ever been in a crash before? It doesnt always happen in flashes you see, sometimes it could be as clear as any other day but over time it starts to fade. Sage just wondered how long it would be until it started to fade from his mind. It wasnt like what you saw in books or movies, the storm hadnt come out of nowhere, really the ships captain had seen it coming and had done everything it could in order to avoid it. They just hadnt been all that fast enough even though they had done everything right, warning the passengers to return to their cabins and ensuring that the lifeboats were on standby. It didnt matter in the end though. Sage had been awoken with a wave crashing into the side of the ship with enough force to make it tilt, sending him sprawling out of bed and onto the floor. For the next five minutes he had struggled to try and stand but each attempt was met with another wave to the boat, another toss around his room until he was clinging to the side of his bed covered in fresh bruises and utterly terrified. It had seemed like hours to Sage before water started to pour into his room from under the door and he knew that he couldnt stay there anymore. It was hard to say if he had really made a mistake or not there was nothing he could do about it now however but the moment Sage opened the door he was greeted with pure chaos and icy water. Outside the ship the storm was still going on however, knocking people off of the yacht to the water below where they were quickly lost and doing the same to any lifeboats that were lowered. Sage didnt know if perhaps a wave had done it or maybe someone had pushed him, all he knew was one second he was stumbling out into the open and the next he was fighting the sea with all his might for a single breath of air. When his hands had hit something solid Sage latched onto it, not able to know what it was until hours later when the sun finally started to come up and the storm had moved off at last. When next Sage opened his eyes he found himself on top of an overturned lifeboat, his silk night clothes torn in places and his pale skin already starting to sunburn. Looking around Sage couldnt see anything for miles around, no signs of the storm and worse yet no signs of the ship. There was nothing around to even say that the ship had been there at all other than the fact that the lifeboat he was on had its name printed on the side. Using what energy Sage had left he flipped the boat over and crawled inside were he had passed out once more, waking up nearing sundown with his skin bright red. He had no food or water, nothing but the clothes he was wearing which did nothing to protect him from the cold at night. Which was were Sage was now, two days later and still floating aimlessly in the boat. At the moment he had removed his silk top and placed it over his head, squeezing himself as much as he could under one of the seats to try and hide from the wrath of the sun. His skin was red, raw and had started pealing in some spots and so tender in others that the smallest of touches caused a great amount of pain. Every time he opened his mouth the skin of his lips would tear causing them to bleed, his head pounding in a horrible headache while his heart beating so heavily in his chest that when Sage watched he could see it through his bruised skin. The worst of it all however wasnt the fact that he was dying, it was because he was going to die trapped in some little boat while lost at sea with no one. Where they still looking for him? What were they going to tell his parents if they didnt at least find his body? Sage would have cried but he had already learned that he didnt have any tears left to shed, and it only made his headache worse. I dont want to die alone Please Please dont let me die alone.' Sage mouthed the words causing a new tear in his once pink lips that started to bleed, his voice long having been lost by this point and his mind barely able to form a though through the throbbing. Slowly his vision started to become black as he slipped into nothingness, not even able to bring himself to fear that maybe this was going to be the last time he did so. What Sage didnt know, since he had kept himself down in the boat without coming up for at least a day now, was how the lifeboat was now slowly drifting toward the edge of a beach where it caught itself on some rocks near the shore. Slowly rocking from side to side, like some sort of beacon for someone to find it and help the poor soul inside. Name Jasper Bell Age Seventeen Race ??? See more x Jasper Bell has just moved from the city, the only town he has ever known, and been thrown right into the country. His mom has only just remarried to a man with four kids of his own leaving her no time to deal with her own son, but Jasper isn't about to rain on her happiness after everything they've been too. This starter was first made so that Jasper stumbles into a magical realm that is slowly being taken over by a darkness seeking to enslave everybody, human and not. The darkness turns the animals and non-humans into monsters, locking away their minds and wills until they are so lost they would even turn on their own families without knowing who they were. Jasper was meant to hold the key to unlocking their minds and curing them from the darkness infecting the realm. See more Jasper Bell was not having a good day. Really, he wasnt having a good year but this day was pretty bad in its own right, the reason being that today was moving day. Any seventeen year old who was being forced to move away from his hometown the very town he had been born and raised in and leave behind his friends to move to another state, start over in another school for his last year. The reason being his new stepdad had gotten a job offer, and with his mother about to bring the eighth child of the family into this world the old house could barely hold all seven of them, eight was too much then the sudden job offer was a blessing. At least to the rest of the family. Sleeping on Jaspers shoulder was a small pure black kitten, face pressed into his neck and almost fully hidden under his shoulder length black hair. They had been on the road for nearly five hours and it was only thirty minutes ago that the little devil had finally stopped screaming and meowing long enough to climb up Jaspers side to fall asleep on his shoulder. Jasper reached up to lightly run two fingers over the top of Bagheeras head, careful not to wake the other in case he woke back up and started screaming again. Turning his head Jasper stared at the profile of his stepdad, Jim. He was a man in his prime, mid-thirtys and his hair was only just starting to gain a little gray in it but it was hidden under his blonde hair. He wasnt really a bad looking man, but he was very different from his father. Jims twin sons, Kane and Rick, had his blonde hair and brown eyes. At the age of fifteen they had spent the most time with their mother, had been aware of what happened when she had left them at the age of eleven. They werent old enough to accept the fact that she wasnt coming back and they werent young enough to accept Jaspers mother, Lilith, as their fathers new wife. They still held firm to the hope that their own mother was going to come back for them and had been the most upset when their father told them he was marrying Lilith. At the moment the twins were sitting behind him in the SUV, talking to each other in some weird twin language that no one understood besides the two of them, which Jasper thought was rather clever of them since it was a great way to talk about someone without them knowing. Beside them was their ten year old brother, Travis. He had been six when his mother left, could sort of remember her but not so much. He was quick to accept Lilith as his mother though, almost as fast as Brittany had. Brittany was Jims only daughter, a young child only four years old. Their mother had left only a month before her first birthday so she didnt remember her mother at all, Lilith was the only mother she would know most likely. Travis and Brittany had more of their mothers look, curly brown hair and button noses but with blue eyes like their father. Truthfully Lilith could pass as their mother she had the same brown hair and blue eyes. Jasper was the only one who didnt really seem to belong in this picture. He had his own fathers black hair, long and light, and blue eyes as well but even they werent the same as the rest. They were a deeper, rich color with two golden rings in them, one along his pupils and the other on the outer rim. It was a very odd and rare coloring. He was skinny for a seventeen year old but he was stronger than he looked, had a little muscle on him but not too much with almost feminine curves that made him seem like a fragile being but he could throw a mean right hook if he wanted. He was faster than he looked though, more than once he had been told he could try out for track at his old school but he had been happy enough to be in the choir. He liked to sing and he was good at it too. With a sigh Jasper turned his head to look back out of the window, one hand still gently petting Bagheeras tiny head. He was happy his mother had found someone to love her again, really he was. When their father had died it had been rough on both of them, his mother never stopped crying and Jasper found himself doing anything he could in order not to do the same. Over the past year, just a couple months after his sixteenth birthday, Jasper had slowly found himself being forgotten by his mother as she struggled to try and take care of her new husbands children. He tried to tell himself it was alright, Lilith should be happy and loved. For several months Jasper slowly faded into the back ground, his mother no longer came to his school concerts and he stopped telling her about them. Most of her time was filled up with the twins basketball, play dates for Brittany and Travis boy scouts. He was seventeen it shouldnt bother him as much as it should. This was the age when he should be getting ready to move out on his own, find a job and start his own life but truthfully he was angry. Angry at being forgotten, angry at the twins for not liking his mother, angry at his mother for not having spoken up about not moving and angry at Jim for saying they should move at all. Angry, and lonely. The SUV turned off the road they had been traveling on, behind them the moving truck that had been following them turned as well to follow them. They were now on a private road that led to their soon to be new home, an old country farm house with enough room for all of them. An agreement had already broken out between Jim and Lilith about it, the city was ten miles away so Jim wanted to find a small apartment in the city so he could get to work on time. This would leave Lilith alone with the children to take care of them it wasnt something she was happy about. Jasper wasnt too happy about either, living in the country with nothing but forest around them wasnt the best way for him to make friends and to find hangout places. And since Jim was only going to buy Lilith a car of her own so she could do the shopping that meant Jasper couldnt drive off he couldnt drive anyway and it would be a large waste of gas to even try -. At long last the SUV rolled to a stop in front of a two story house that was to be their new home and Jasper stared at it. It was nothing sort of a dump, paint chipped and a front porch nothing more than rotting wood. He truthfully didnt want to see the inside of the house he doubted that it was any better than the outside. Reaching up Jasper carefully removed the black kitten off his shoulder, pulling his claws out of his shoulder as Bagheera tried to hold onto him, and placed him back into his little carrier before opening the door to step out. The gravel crunched under his tennis shoes as he walked toward the porch, stopping just in front of the first step as he stared at it before turning to look at what seemed like an endless forest around them. The air smelled like wet dirt and pollen, a faint sweetness in the air from the lingering flowers. It was only a couple days after school had let out for summer break and summer was in full swing with heat waves and little rain. Even though he had only just left the cool SUV he was already starting to feel the heat of the sun above him, his jeans felt like it was trapping the heat making it worth. Even the short white sleeve t-shirt didnt seem to help cool him down. Jasper watched the rest of his family pile out of the SUV and move around back to the moving truck, the movers themselves already having opened it up to start on their work. With a sigh Jasper lowered himself down to sit on the steps leading to the front door, placing Bagheeras carrier on his lap as he stared out at the nothing around them. This was going to take some getting used too. Name Zach Age Seventeen 17 Race Human See more x Zach's starter had been made for a horror murder type where Zach witnesses his parents getting murdered and rather than being killed himself was kidnapped to be used however way the murderer wanted. The starter can also be used as Zach catches one of his parents cheating on the other where Zach can blackmail the one his motherfather was cheating with in order to get them to leave or else make a deal to trade places to keep his family from being torn apart. Other than that know that Zach is a little punk where his fist is often used more in place of his brain. See more Zach twitched as he jerked awake in mid-snore, smacking his dry lips as his mouth felt like cotton had been shoved inside of it. The white haired body raised his head as he looked around, for several seconds the world spinning around him until his head hit the soft dirt with a small groan causing him to stare up at the stars above him. It took him at least a minute before it clicked in his head that he was outside sleeping in the dirt, more specifically in his fathers garden. With a small groan Zach closed his yellowish green eyes and placed his hands to his cold forehead, licking his lips with a dry tongue to try and get any moister he could onto them. It came slowly to him in flashes, sneaking out of his house to go to a party a normal seventeen year old thing to do with so much blaring music and drunk, horny girls. Judging by the fact that he reeked of booze he must have gotten drunk himself, remembering at one point jumping into the pool off the roof. At least that told him why he was so cold now. Slowly Zach rolled over onto his side, feeling his stomach turning as though he was about to be sick but thankfully he was able to make it up onto his hands and knees. Wait, why did this feel familiar? Zach strained his memory for a second, faintly recalling being in a bedroom with his ass in the air Someone moving beside him. Oh hell no, did he get fucked by another dude? Reaching down Zach found to his growing horror that his fly was undone, reaching into his pants to touch his asshole but it still felt tight and didnt hurt at all. Okay so no one had gotten to this yet so what else had happened? Zach closed his eyes and thought hard through the growing headache, starting to make out a chicks face and naked chest. Had he gotten laid? Was he finally no longer a virgin?! No Crap, they had just had a heated, drunken make out in the bedroom but before anything had happened she had passed out on the bed. Zach zipped up his pants but couldnt work on the button, giving up on them as he slowly got up onto his feet. As he stumbled slowly out of the flower bushes Zach started to remember a few more things, the cool air and slow walk helping to clear his still highly buzzed mind. He recalled drinking with his friend Aaron, dancing with several chicks but a lot more by himself. Looking down at himself Zach saw that he still had on all his clothes thankfully but now they were covered in dirt and dried stains, of what he wasnt sure but either way it was something he wasnt going to be able to get out himself. His mother was going to kill him for sure. He giggled softly as he recalled several more things, coming to a stop under the tree in which he had used before to climb out of his room from the roof. Grabbing onto the lower branch he stood there, staring at it as though the thing was ten feet high before shaking his head and heading toward the backdoor. It was unlocked, something he normally would have found odd but at the moment he was thankful he wouldnt have to look around for the key or pound on the door until his parents let him in. Placing a hand over his mouth in order to muffle his laughter, feeling utterly naughty at the moment, Zach slowly moved through the house and toward the greatest foe he had faced yet. Stairs. The drunken boy paused at the bottom of the stairs, wobbling for a second as he held onto the railing and stared up at them with wide yellowish green eyes as though they were a hundred miles long. Alright, he could do this. Zach took a couple deep breaths, holding onto the railing before halfway up he finally dropped down to his hands and knees and crawled up the rest of them. Reaching the top Zach fell into another giggle fit as he rolled onto his back, legs dangling off the edge of the stairs as he stared up at the ceiling before turning his head to look down the hallway. Ah hell, his parents had a light on in their bedroom meaning one or both of them were up. Great, they most likely knew he had snuck out then. Feeling himself deflate a little Zach sighed as he stared down the hallway for a while, watching as a shadow moved across the light every so often. For some reason Zach felt a chill run over his body, blinking slightly as he started to get an uneasy feeling which didnt go with the buzz he was still working. His mind tried to think, to understand what it was that he was starting to get creeped out by but wasnt coming up with too many things. The seventeen year old rolled over onto his stomach and up onto all fours again, crawling slowly down the hallway until he went past his own room and was sitting outside his parents bedroom. He was just going to check on them, see that they were just sitting up in their beds worrying over him before returning to his own room to sleep, facing the blow up in the morning. Pushing open the door just a crack Zach moved in front of it, looking around the room. Intro About Me Extra About Them 1, 2 , 3 Ideas Monster Boy's