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I prefer real life historical settings, but may be persuaded to try historical fantasy/sci-fi if the setting interests me enough. Edwardian era is probably my favourite.

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D&D, MORROWIND, DRAGON AGE, MIYAZAKI

I’m a big D&D fan, and enjoy settings similar to it! I’m also interested in less Western sword and sorcery types like Studio Ghibli films, etc.

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Fallout, Cyberpunk 2077

I’m very picky about sci-fi, and also very inexperienced in writing it. The above fandoms are currently the only ones I am interested in.

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I have compiled some basic profiles for OCs, but do not yet have every biography completed, and may never do so. I usually start with a character in concept only and build on their personality and history by actively writing them. No need to read full bios, especially the longer ones.Some of these characters have histories that involve other writers’ OCs. Many are from Jcink forums that I used to run, so their stories have been forged on those, some for many years.That said, I can adapt them to fit many other situations. Nothing is set in stone, the histories shown here represent merely one of many potential plot paths.

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• Mazarin
• Malag
• Jericho
• Kelorell
• Corbenic
• Ezra
• Anatole
• Émil
• Liano
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D&D:
Content warning for sexual abuse/grooming.Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Fewyild lore, and should this break any of the rules or be inaccurate, I will gladly modify it.

D&D: Elethis was born a bastard in the slums of Neverwinter. His mother, a wood elf called Delle Tuessa, never spoke of his father, and scolded him whenever his wild magic reared its head. He grew up believing that his sorcerer abilities were sinful, and his imposing height and build were menacing. This molded him into a very quiet, obedient, and apologetic child. Ashamed every time he set something on fire by accident, ashamed of his body, ashamed of the longing to act on his impulses.As he matured, his yearning to set things on fire grew harder to contain. He began to seek out hiding places in which to experiment with fire magic in secret. In his teen years, he also began bringing love interests into his hiding places. At first, when sexually experimenting with his peers, he would burn them by accident while in the act. He was horrified the first time, and begged them not to tell the others. He had no control over himself, and for the first time he had to contend with the idea of two forbidden interests conflicting with each other. Over time he learned to control it, but the experience only embittered him more.Enraged and resentful of the double life he had been driven to live by his mother, and yearned for escape. He’d heard tell of a mages school in the Arcane District, and made it his life’s mission to enroll. It took a lot of dirty bargaining, but eventually he found a way in.At the school, he became a favorite of the headmistress, Merimé Aarktenumbra, a human. He was a star pupil and finally felt like he belonged somewhere. He went on private missions for Merimé, and soon became close with the other faculty, spending more time in the staff wing than the students’.Thoroughly groomed, he was an easy target for Merimé to take advantage of. Their sexual relationship snuck up on him, and until graduation, he struggled with his feelings of love and hate for her. She let him be himself, she even let him set her on fire while using elemental resistance magic. Surely it was a dream come true?When he graduated, a Feywild teacher in residence, a fairy called Salera Ohanduan suggested he work for her as a bodyguard, promising she would teach him forbidden Fey magic. It was a hard offer to turn down, and as he relished in his new adulthood, Elethis took her up on the offer. This upset Merimé greatly, and she effectively disowned him for leaving her. To this day, Elethis surmises that Ohanduan’s offer had more to do with setting him free from Merimé than anything else.With his ego thoroughly inflated, he thrived in the Feywild. He trained further with associates of the Seelie Court’s Inner Circle. While there, he met his first love, a fairy woman called Mazarine of House Arvis. They were inseparable for a year.Elethis struggled still with his impulses, and would often cheat on Mazarine. He’d partake in Inner Circle orgies beyond her knowledge, and took to rubbing elbows with the Unseelie and joined them on Wild Hunts.The Wild Hunts were bewitching, and he became a turncoat for the court, relaying Seelie secrets to the Queen of Air and Darkness.His new life intoxicated him, his power and hedonism at their heights. It would all come to a head when he was sent to assassinate a close friend of the House of Arvis. But Elethis was no assassin, he blundered his way through the Seelie court that night, killing indiscriminately. So lost was he in his devouring that he killed the head of Arvis, Mazarine’s uncle. Mazarine narrowly missed the flames herself when she intervened. She knew long ago about his double crossing, and asked him to spare the rest of the house, “ if he had anything left of a heart” in him.Elethis acquiesced. He sobered and looked around him at the carnage he’d wrought and the only person he had ever been in love with. He had ruined his own life in his attempting to live it the way he wanted. He fled before he could harm anyone else.He sought out Ohanduan and begged her to grant him mercy; to expel him from the Feywild forever. She did.Elethis lost much of his Feywild power. He had to get used to the way of the world again, to hone his restraint. This time, willingly.He found himself aged in the mortal world; having spent an unknown amount of time in the Feywild as a hale young man. Now, he was near middle aged for an elf, though the exact year eludes him still.The first thing he did was seek out his mother back in the Peninsula District of Neverwinter. She was nowhere to be found. The only other person who had loved him was also gone. He searched for her tirelessly. No one could offer information about her whereabouts, but he did gain some insight into his own heritage along the way: some of the elderly residents of the slums told him that they had seen Delle attacked by a man with flaming hair not long before Elethis was born.It took a year or two to finally learn the man’s name: Hazavros, a fire genasi. A former member of the Neverwinter Militia. No one had seen him in a century, and the trail on him went cold.Presently, Elethis has dedicated his life to a path of reform. He seeks knowledge of Hazavros as well as further understanding of his ties to the elemental planes. He also yearns to atone for the murderous trail he left in the Feywild, and to find Mazarine again.

Historical: His mother, Emily Owenson Née Brewer, had an affair with a man named Sessue Tachibana while she was married to the Baron Eustatius Owenson. She bore Tachibana's child, Ellis, and the family attempted to hide it by dying the boy's hair and speaking nothing of the affair to anyone, including him.Ellis was driven by ego from a young age, relishing in his status and privilege, his good looks and imposing physique. It was only until he began showing interest in men that he found society less than agreeable. He proposed marriage to several boys his age when he was around ten. This was the first time he'd experienced any form of punishment and rejection, both from his family as well as his peers.This did not deter him much, though his parents were relieved that he proposed again, but to a woman, as he approached secondary school. The marriage never happened, but it helped him re-earn their good graces.He attended a prestigious university, and spent most of his time there developing a sex addiction. He would sleep with anyone who'd have him, which would sometimes lead to less than favourable outcomes, to say the least.During his stay, he would take on many affairs, but none more storied and lengthy than one with a fellow student called Vatsalya Kazim. Their relationship was charged, waned and waxed, and would ultimately break him away from noble society for good.Vatsalya, a dark and handsome ballet dancer, earned his position in the university's theatre with talent rather than money, and was crucial in introducing Ellis to the life of the lower class. Vatsalya's friends lived freely in love an cultural norms, despite nomadic lifestyles and poverty. It was then that Ellis slowly began to put the pieces together regarding his own lineage, and soon felt the spell of silver spoons break. Now he understood why his mother treated his hair with chemicals as a boy. It was a habit he'd kept up himself, until now. Vatsalya shaved his head and he and Ellis left the university to live for some time with Vatsalya's traveller friends.Ellis found the vagrant life unfulfilling, in the end. He longed for vengeance, for both selfish and altruistic reasons. As he and Vatsalya approached middle age, they returned to the city and opened a club for all those of lavender persuasion.

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Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Fewyild lore, and should this break any of the rules or be inaccurate, I will gladly modify it or just chalk it up to homebrew.

Mazarin was born under the House of Arvis in the Feywild. The family had close ties to the Seelie Court, and enjoyed a relatively carefree, high status existence. Mazarin lived as a girl for the duration of his childhood and a few years into adulthood, going by Mazarine. His first love was a volatile young elf named Elethis Tuessa, who had been brought to the Feywild by his tutor, Mazarin’s cousin, Salera of House Ohanduan. Their relationship was rocky most of the time, and eventually Mazarin found out that Elethis was secretly working for the Unseelie court in opposition of him.Elethis arrived at Mazarin’s family manor and killed all of the servants and courtiers as well as Mazarin’s uncle, Pavanti. He had underestimated the lengths Elethis would go to wreak havoc to meet his own ends. He managed to convince him to stop his fiery charge. Soon after Salera exiled Elethis from the Feywild for good.Mazarin was left to pick up the pieces of the massacre, now exposed and vulnerable to the cruel fancies of the Unseelie. House Arvis was targeted for a rampage of the Wild Hunt, which tore through the manor with the aim of finishing what Elethis started. They were searching for a relic that had been stolen from the Unseelie many centuries ago. Mazarin took the relic - a mummified pixie imbued with powerful air and dark magic - and broke it two in front of the Wild Hunters. Then he left the Feywild with it.In the mortal world, he destroyed the broken remains of the artifact, first crushing it to dust, then scattering it into the sea on the Sword Coast.He has stayed in Faerûn since, adjusting himself in ways his family had prevented him from doing. He’d been in line to birth an heir, should he hurry up and marry. He never wanted it, and was now free of any expectations. He dropped the ‘e’ from his name and found a powerful transfiguration wizard to resculpt his body into its most comfortable form.He relished life as a man, away from the Feywild. He was free to pursue his interest in the realm of psychic magic, and now wanders the earth honing his skills, and generally behaving like a fairy; causing benign mischief, mostly, in pursuit of experimentation.

Historical: Mazarin was born Marguerite Arabella Alexandria Arvidson, to rather well-to-do parents, who while not of peerage themselves, often found themselves elbow-rubbing with them. His father and mother worked jointly as watchmakers and eventually in the gold trade. His mother was mixed race but white-passing, and did not divulge this information to her children at all.Mazarin attended an elite finishing school, and often found himself enraptured with the university’s rowing team across the way. During summer, he spent most of his time experimenting with gender and sex with the rowing boys. He was often disciplined for both. Before he even graduated, he ran away in pursuit of experimental hormone treatment (anachronism yes, but I have a fun explanation I swear).After the hormone treatment and some surgery, he changed his name to Mazarin. Though penniless, with no home, friends, or family, he was happier than he’d ever been before. Eventually he resorted to survival sex work, and found family in his fellow workers.One evening, a particularly aggressive John became violent, and Mazarin shot him in self-defence. His friends helped him skip town, but he was caught by the law some days later, and was shot in the arm himself. With a supreme stroke of luck, he managed to jump onto a passing train and took it back to the city that he’d fled from. When he arrived, he was bleeding out and collapsed in the street. He was found by a former acquaintance and brought to his flat.This acquaintance was Ellis Tachibana, who he met on the rowing team. He recognize him without trouble, and nursed Mazarin back to health.Now he, Ellis, and Ellis’ partner Vatsalya run the club together.

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D&D: Jericho grew up in Verdant, a druid grove. He has recently begun a pilgrimage, which is the final part of the grove’s initiation rite into adulthood. On his own for the first time, he seeks the Verdant Tree, the place from which the Verdant Grove was born. Hundreds of years ago, the people of the grove were forced out by mysterious circumstances. Along the way, he hopes to provide healing services and help people in need however he can.Content warning: Physical & sexual abuse, attempted murder, racism.Historical: Jericho was born to Miqmak parents in eastern Canada. He was taken from them at a very young age and raised in a Catholic residential school.Suffering nightmarish abuse, he was abused by many teachers and staff members. He was switched from the girls rooms and the boys several times, the nuns unable to come to a consensus on what his true sex was. Jericho felt unsure himself until his late teens, when he was finally settled in the boys rooms.He had few real friends. The closest was another boy called Gabriel, who he experimented with sexually. Eventually they had a falling out, and Jericho made plans to escape the school.Many had tried and failed, and at that point, he didn’t much care if he lived or died, so he took the risk.
When he finally reached the outskirts of the school grounds, he was found by a priest and his son, both of whom were regular abusers of Jericho.Jericho resisted their capture, and was shot at, but only grazed. The shock made him appear to be dead however, and he was left there by the two men to die.He recover and fled successfully. In the nearby village, he met a kind indigenous fur tradesman who let him stay with him temporarily. He taught him to fish and hunt, and told him to try and find his parents.Jericho found work in the city at a textile factory, and found peace for the first time in his life. He spent most of his off time with his coworkers, who were mostly residents of the local Chinatown, and lived with them at a boarding house.One day, a friend brought him a wanted poster of himself; Jericho had been framed for the murder of the old priest’s son.

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Content warning for familial abuse.Malag was born into House Hla’Viir, a rather isolated House far away from the bustle of Menzoberranzan. The matron, Zethastra, is his mother. He was raised as her errand boy, the main liaison between the House and the outside world. As an adult he became Captain of the House Guard.He was the sole male family member for most of his life, among four sisters and his mother. Regularly subject to their wrath, he put up with their abuse to the extreme, until he ‘proved his worth’ as a scout and guard. Since then, the more outward forms of abuse died down, for the most part, and Malag was convinced that had he not shown ‘weakness’ from the start, that it never would have happened. Still, he holds within him a searing, subconscious hatred that he misdirects onto those beneath his rank or outside his race.When he was in his young adulthood, he was ordered to a Tiefling prisoner. The tiefling, called Valen, was an agent of an Eilistraeen tribe, which had been traveling the Underdark looking to convert Lolth followers and emancipate their slaves. His mother ordered that he capture Valen to interrogate him on the whereabouts of the priestess of the group, and hold him ransom.After many sessions, Malag slowly began to trust and bond with Valen. He helped him understand that Malag was being treated unjustly and that he should run away with him and be free. He and Malag had a secret affair, which did not last long, as soon the Seldarine tribe found the House. They offered to take Valen peacefully, but Matron Zethastra commanded they be slain. Malag refused to pass the command to his guardsmen, and fled the battle scene. Zethastra and the guards slaughtered them all.Malag went into the dungeons where Valen was kept. The two of them escaped together amid the carnage, and Valen led them to the surface through a tunnel the Priestess had told him about.They had nearly reached the light before Valen was stabbed by a Hook Horror and fell into a black chasm and was transported back to the Hells.Malag emerged alone, and has tried to make a new life for himself on the surface.

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D&D: A simple shepherd’s son, Kel has ventured from his quiet village and into the unknown. Mostly to bring back some money for his family, but also to experience adulthood on his own. He offers his skills as a fiddler to any tavern that will have him, and has recently decided to take on some stealthy assassination jobs.Content Warning: homophobia, sexual abuse, pedophiliaHistorical: Kellan was born the second-eldest son of Lee and Davina Featherston. His elder brother, Toal, and his younger brothers, Ennis and Manus.The Featherston family had been shepherds for many generations. The family kept on the tradition, but lived in poverty for most of their lives.As a young boy, he and his brothers were brought to live with their grandmother in Ireland, as his parents became too poor to care for them. It was there that Kellan found his love for fiddle music. His grandmother left him her fiddle when she passed, and to this day he feels that she was the only family member who truly understood him.After her death, the boys returned to Yorkshire, old enough now to help their aging father on the farm. They could now afford proper schooling for the twins, and Kellan found a job at the local manor lord’s gardening staff.Kel dreams of leaving his job to work at the tavern as a fiddle player. He resents his family, despite his undying loyalty.He was abused by an adult man when he was in his early teens. Kel’s misfit qualities, which included being gay, were taken advantage of. Kel himself did not have awareness to see this relationship as abusive, and continued having affairs with adult men until he became an adult himself. He developed alcoholism and partook in various drugs within this community. He came to see it as normal, and preferable to the life where he was expected to inherit the family business and spend the rest of his life caring for his family and finding a wife.

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Historical: Corbenic was born Winston Sheffield in the slums of New York. His fascination with death and resurrection began at a young age, as did his tenancy for pilfering things which did not belong to him.He attended university to become a chemist. While there, he flexed his robbing skills by stealing reliquaries from churches and bones from museums. Eventually he got caught mucking about with specimens in the university laboratory and was expelled.He changed his name and fled to England, where he started up an apothecary with fudged credentials. He continues to enjoy stealing, at night snatching bodies from graveyards to keep in his basement, where he pursues the art of reanimation. So far, no success.

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Content Warning: Domestic abuse, homophobia, murderHistorical: Ezra was born to poor parents in a remote village near Moscow. He and his mother were terrorized by his abusive father, many of the memories he has of his childhood have been repressed.Ezra found solace in academia. He poured his heart into his schooling, and graduated early to begin university at a young age.He became a professor in Russian history, and was set to join the very faculty of the school he had just graduated from, when his mother died under mysterious circumstances. He suspected his father was somehow responsible, and, with nothing in his home country left to live for, he fled to England to pursue a job at Cambridge.He found happiness there, and met his future work partner Himal Chandan. The two became inseparable, often sharing a room and meals. Himal took care of Ezra, who lacked the skills in caring for himself and handling his own life. Ezra came to rely on Himal, and they lived in an almost domestic partnership for several years.Their Cambridge colleague, a German professor of language, Ruth Weisse, was their close companion. Eventually Ezra felt pressure to marry, particularly after he learned Himal was betrothed back in his home country of India, as well as persistent teasing by the faculty for their close bachelor relationship.He proposed marriage to Ruth, and the two remained engaged while Ezra and Himal took on a project in Yorkshire on the documentation of a marquess’ family history. They stayed in the marquess’ home, and found their affections bloom as they were in an environment away from the judgemental eyes of their peers.One night after a costume party held by the marquess’s family, Ezra found his love and desire for Himal overwhelming him with guilt and shame. He poured out his heart in a letter, and left it for Himal to read before fleeing the country without notice. He joined Ruth at Wilhelm Wundt’s school of psychology, immersing himself in study once more to become an alienist.He returned to Cambridge and opened up his own practice, focusing on Sexology, which included the study and care of queer individuals. Through this work, he slowly began to accept his own nature, though still kept his engagement with Ruth.

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historical: Anatole was born in France to Duc Jean-Pierre Morin and his Italian wife, Antonietta. He was the youngest of seven siblings, and was a singer and lover of music from a very young age. He became a prodigy, singing in the church choir and starring in small parts at the Palais Garnier. He would go on to become a primo baritone and star in many operas by the time he was twenty. A few years later, he chose to tour Europe as a chamber singer, the frequent guest of nobility at parties. He returned to the Garnier at twenty-two, and found further stardom.

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Content Warning: Sexual abuse, murder, death of a partnerHistorical: Émil was born Émilio Salazar II in Mexico to a young sex worker, Concepta, and a visiting sailor, Émilio. He did not know his father as a child, but was told of him often by his mother, who would mostly make up stories to entertain him and the other children of the brothel employees. She told fanciful tails that Émilio was some noble pirate, too busy finding gold to come home.
Émil was enchanted by the stories, along with his close friends Valerie and Gael. The three often played pirates together, and spent their childhoods poor but happy, always getting in trouble and delighting in the process.One day, his mother burst into his room ecstatic; Émilio had returned at last! She skipped work to take her son to the docks in search of his father. She knew many of the local workers already, and often reminded them to look out for any sign of Émilio. They swore they saw him coming off a ship from France. Concepts searched all day and night, to no avail. She and her son went home, defeated.Émil would not give up, however. He snuck back to the docks at the witching hour, and spotted a dock worker talking to a man he addressed as Salazar. Excited, Émil ran to meet them, but Salazar boarded the ship before he could hear him, and began to sail off.Émil would not let him get away again, and jumped onto the ship to hide among the crates of fish and spice. This was no pirate ship…The merchant boat docked in Paris, and Émil became stuck in the cargo hold for two days, afraid to make noise for fear he’d be punished or sent home. On the third day, the cook returned and found him in the hold, scolding him and dragging him out into the street and left him there. The crew had finished their jobs, and would not be back, the ship needing repairs.Lost in the streets, Émil fended for himself for several months, begging and trying hard to communicate with the Parisians. He was used to hard living, and was content to stay in France and search for his father forevermore.One day, six months later, he was begging to be let in the poor house after hours, thin as a rake and dirty. An old woman came upon him, a rag picked he had seen every now and then during his stay on the streets. The woman offered to take him home and feed him. She was still poor herself but she had a little shack near the Senne and took care of him from then on.She taught him French and English, he was a quick study, and they quickly formed a strong bond. Her name was Nathalie, and she soon began to call him ‘Émil’ instead of ‘Émilio’, and the name stuck.When Émil reached adulthood, Nathalie died of consumption, and Émil was left to himself once more. Armed with street smarts and the best education Nathalie could give him (she said she had once been a rich heiress who went to a fine school, to this day he isn’t sure if she was telling the truth), he thrived on his own.Eventually he joined a gang lead by a notorious Italian cat burglar, Cesario. Émil became his right hand, but at the cost of being routinely abused by him in private.A few years later, Émil was arrested and hauled into the interrogation room at the Surete station. Instead of being questioned about a crime however, the officer offered to make Émil an informant to finally bring down Cesario. He agreed. He worked for the police for the rest of his time in France, on the way to becoming a lawman himself. While under the police employ, he met a man he called El Obispo, who became his partner. The two spent many nights on stakeouts together and eventually fell in love.It took many years to find just the right opportunity to eliminate Cesario, but eventually Émil and El Obispo cornered him in an alleyway. They brawled honourably, at first, hand to hand. But Cesario pulled out his gun and shot El Obiapo dead. Enraged, Émil failed to take revenge, and Cesario fled. He was left holding his dying love in his arms.He left France after this, sick of this dangerous life. He moved to England to become a horse groom at a manor house. He began drinking heavily, and spent his thirties drunk and depressed.By chance, he met his old childhood friends Gael and his sister Valerie in a tavern one day. Gael had become a merchant sailor, much like Émil’s father. They came to England for a new start. Their friendship rekindled instantly. Émil and Gael had once shared a first kiss, which neither remembered until the weeks when they were reunited.

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Content Warning: Murder, racismHistorical: Florian was born in London to poor Nigerian immigrants. Florian’s grandmother was a housemaid for a noble family for most of her life, and her two daughters followed suit.His mother Adesina and aunt Alberta came to know the noble family as if they were their own. So it followed that Florian would take on the job of footman as he came of age.Shortly before Florian reached eighteen, Aunt Alberta went missing. No one could find hide nor hair of here for several years. He still took on the job as footman, though his mother quit in her grief. He spent about a year there until finally news of Alberta occurred: Her remains had been found on the manor grounds, buried.
With his family in turmoil, Florian, though a meek and delicate young man, decided he would find out what happened to Alberta himself. The Bankmans’ trust in the manor lord shattered, they begged him to quit and work elsewhere.Undeterred, Florian kept his job, and uncovered dark secrets of the marquess’ ancestors.While investigating, he fell in love with the new governess, Delia Harris. The two were quickly engaged, much to the chagrin of her parents. They kept their relationship chaste and half secret, though it was easy to tell for the staff.One night, Delia tripped on the manor’s wall parapet and fell to her death. There seemed to be a pattern for mysterious demise among the manor inhabitants, both staff and family.As Florian mourned, he did not half his investigation, despite his grief, now doubled. Now he had two deaths to solve.Delia’s brother Julian came from Glasgow to see about her remains. Florian told him about his theory of foul play, and he worked with Julian to uncover the truth. He began to fall in love with Julian much the way he had with his sister. One more complicated factor to add onto his puzzle of a life.

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I have chosen some samples that best represent my writing style in an average post. Hopefully this will be enough to for you to deduce whether you and I would be compatible as writing partners.

WINE A MOCKER, BEER A BRAWLER

From a historical RP set in 1899. A horse groom and former burglar, Émil Salazar, wakes up from drunken slumber and resolves to cure his alcoholism with religion. Content warning for alcohol abuse, gross bodily fluids, some sexism and internalized homophobia.It was upon the third night in a row that he awakened from sleep beneath a cliff and in a puddle of his own sick that he decided change was necessary. This time he also sustained a cut on his cheek from rolling onto shards of the spent bottle. He had thrown it from the top of the cliff like a lovelorn sailor's wife hoping his message would find its way to his wayward sailor. The rolled up letter had blown away in the wind, it seemed, as he cast his eye about to look for it, staggering to his feet.Émil was also late for work, the stable master surely intent on having his hide. He climbed his way back up from the depths of the moor, the cold air stinging his bloody face.The day went on, uneventful. He was lucky enough to not have been missed by the stable master. Perhaps that was why he'd heard tell that the fellow would be sacked. Inattentive. Bully for Émil.The evening came, and he, still thoroughly deep in hatred and embarrassment of himself, washed his face twice. Benbow gave him a cloth for his cheek, and he told her he'd be off to cleanse his sins. She seemed impressed, despite her adamant atheism. Kicking a habit was kicking a habit.He'd viewed the admonishment of the demon Liquor as naive fear-mongering, a thing for aged British women to nag about. Yet another sin he fully committed to, one more ticket to Hell. But as he aged, the less fulfilling crime had become. It was now behind him. Why not knock this one off the list next? Maybe in time the sodomy would get its day in court too, but that was too much for one day.Émil went up to St. Joan's, a crumbling mess of a church. There was some scuffle and spite from the Anglicans about it. All cut from the same cloth, was his only opinion. He believed in god inasmuch as his mother had warned and prodded it into his brain, including her superstitions about black cats and broken mirrors.He walked right in, his hangover bouncing off the walls and echoing back into his ears. The dim red sanctuary candle hung as the most eye-catching light source. It looked a bit more like the devil's eye to him. He approached it and gently pushed it forward on its gold chain with his finger, watching it swing.

A MATTER OF DEATH AND LIFE

From a historical RP set in 1899. Jericho Levert is working in a textile factory when a mysterious death occurs. Content warning for death, child abuse, murder.He had seen death before, and it whispered when a friend would no longer appear in the great hall. At the school he grew up in, the loom of more permanent pain made fear of a nun’s strap ebb quickly. Next time it could be you.One more portion of his heart hollowed out. But time made things sting less. It was hidden away now. One had to pick and choose what he remembered if he wanted to keep his feet.Hana fell into the machine, the hem of her skirt swallowed up, first by one thread, then all. He had not known her well, but the most important gears were hands, and one pair missing was felt by all.When the police arrived, he stole away. Hiding in the factory basement and shaking. Despite trying, he couldn’t bite away tears. He had dared spy the blood on the floor, but no more. He hid, always, the coward’s way, but he lived. He wanted it to count for something, what could he do to make things better for the living? It was why he couldn’t cast bitterness on anyone. He couldn’t spout anger. It could hit someone who didn’t deserve it by accident.When he heard May Qui call him, he thought perhaps a brief appearance would be worthy to chance. She’d been closer to Hana, and a friend, so far, to him. Jericho crept back upstairs to peek around the corner at her.She was there with her brother. It was unusual to see him inside the factory. Usually he waited for her outside, to escort her through Welkinweep to the boarding house Jericho shared with her.“Walter. You heard about it, then.” He kept close to the wall, eyes darting about as he watched the officers investigating the accident.

A HEART’S A HEAVY BURDEN

From a historical RP set in 1899. Kellan Featherston is visiting the ‘big city’ for the first time with his ex-lover, Felix. Felix shows him a grand Opera House, whose elegant appearance strikes Kel.He was going to reply when they rounded the corner and his breath was snatched from his throat.Churches, sometimes, looked a bit alright. Kel could understand what architectural forms were when they were nice-looking. Castle Madswitte was pretty in the same way a lady might look in her Sunday best, on the one hundredth year of her birth, and lately dipped in pond scum.But this building was someone else. This was some sorcerer with bells on his shoes, jewels in his clothes, gold in his teeth. There was so much to behold that he felt dizzy, craning his neck and tilting his head trying to figure out what the shapes were. He quite forgot what Felix had said.
"This en't no 'house'..." More like Opera Palace of the Opera King. Why did it need to be so tall, what was there to hold within? He pressed his back against Felix as if it were about to jump out like a beast and set him on fire.

MENDING

From a historical RP set in 1899. Ezra Maksimov is a professor of history. He and his colleague Himal Chandan attend a party and Ezra becomes very drunk and confesses his feelings of love for Himal.Himal was so difficult to interpret. Not words, but meaning, feeling. Were there feelings? Ezra took his time, but couldn't resist taking his hand, nor the modicum of relief when he dismissed the idea of the burden. No burden, but foolishness... No wonder he felt torrential periods of tender love, virulent anger, longing, confusion, when Himal so effortlessly left words hanging in the air for no one but deities to accurately interpret.Ezra stood with their hands held, and tried to read Himal's expression, like so many times before. Despite knowing his own face was swollen with liquor and tears. He still felt the drink, it tipped him from misery into clearer frustration, like mercury rising in a thermometer, "I wonder, at times, if ever you feel anything at all? Love? Hate? Sorrow?"
Confrontational words he'd so often held back to accumulate as a lump in his throat. His breathing quick, he felt his hand grab him harder, pulling him close. Feeling all at once the urge to strike him, god forbid, and to kiss his perfect lips, which he did instead. Hard, hot, and imprecise.

TITS FOR TATS

From a historical RP set in 1899. Sibyl Tedcastle is a scheming socialite who visits Ellis Tachibana in his gay social club. This is from a ‘posterbation’ thread between two of my characters.Sibyl took her seat as Mattias went to order either a drink or a man. They enjoyed the little plays and music and falderals in the shared dancing hall. A lovely prelude before they separated into the men's and women's halls. She favoured the tables against the wall. Despite how high (and close to God) her hat was, at least the pretense of subterfuge was attempted. It was easy to spot the proprietor; he was a towering lad, a striking ginger bloke. A taste for suits after her own heart. "Yohoo! Mr. Proprietor!" What was his name, again? She waved her hanky at his direction.
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Ellis tore himself away from his prior conversation. The money under the heel of Sibyl Tedcastle took precedence. He smiled, snaking himself between bodies to come to her side, bending at the waist like a tree snapping slowly in half from the weight of its branches. "Madame, to what do I owe the honour?"
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"Oh, you!" She held out her hand for him to kiss, her smile blinding. "Surely, sir, you are aware of these unfortunate rumours; that your establishment is stumbling toward bankruptcy?"
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He performed niceties with his usual pageantry, adding completely unnecessary flourishes to hand-kissing. "Oh? Why, whomever told you such a thing?" Was it that damn accountant he'd just hired?!
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She shook her head. "Immaterial. All I will say is, that should it be true, you need only ask, and angels will provide." Winking, she pulled from her reticule a little card with an address on it. "To be precise, at eight o-clock on Sunday. Have I made myself clear?" Her teeth disappeared as her brow furrowed.
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Ellis' lips drew into a long line, repressing his outrage. How dare she? Charity? He would rather cut off his own cock. "Understood." He straightened up abruptly. "Good evening." And turned on his heel.
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Sibyl cackled, she was not expecting to humiliate! How droll! He had not even taken the card. Outrageous. She'd have him yet. One of these days... Think of all the things she could do with his loyalty... begrudged or otherwise.

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