Heretic

pairings/ideas I am currently interested in, some have potential nsfw stories: closed due to current lack of interest.

Hey, so I thought I’d get into RPing again, start off slowly with a 1x1.

The heir/heiress story sounds good, as well as the man and the blocked mind. I mainly RP with female characters, so let me know if that’s okay with you. Also, I’ve already got a couple of ideas as part of the plot.

Hunting Grounds: A Survival Horror Experience

Janelle

_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Female Date of Birth - 01/03/1989 Ethnic Background - Mixed race Residence - Denver, Colorado Occupation - Cam girl Education - Currently in grad school to become an anesthesiologist [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y Feel my wrath Despite her friendly and social persona, Janelle is quick to anger. She does not have the patience for foolishness and is easily triggered by others pulling off idiotic stunts, leading her to either say something or worse, do something. Janelle wasn’t born with this level of rage, but her hardships in life have led to have a short fuse. She doesn’t care who’s around, child or adult, she will curse up a storm to get her point across. A whole lotta love Whenever Janelle falls for someone, she falls hard. It’s not to say she loves them, her feelings not even being in the same realm as love, but she becomes infatuated with a guy relatively quickly. It could be any number of things that makes her drawn to them. This quirk of hers has unfortunately made her come across some guys who have taken advantage of her when she was at her lowest. They often toyed around with her feelings, got what they wanted, and in the end they dipped. You gotta fight for your right... She’s loud, vocal, and proud about the things she’s most passionate about, whether they’re political in nature or not. Janelle will become passionate when engaged in a debate to get her point across. She’s well aware of the fact that she’s not always right, but when she believes she is, she will argue her point to the death.

Physical Description A short little thing; she stands at about 5’3 and more or less weighs 125 lbs. Her toned body is a result of constantly working out with or without a trainer in order to remain in shape as well as look good for her crowd. As pictured, Janelle currently has medium-length, curly copper-colored hair and blue eyes which make others question whether or not she has contacts on. She is a full-figured woman with mildly exotic looks. Janelle has multiple piercings on both ears as well as a tongue ring. She is mostly scar-free with the occasional mark here and there from all the fun she had during her childhood years. Janelle has multiple tattoos to include a cherry blossom branch starting from her left foot and wrapping up around her ankle, an owl with the lower half of its body morphing into a forest on the front of her right thigh, and her late younger sister's name tattooed in cursive on the back of her left shoulder. Fashion-wise, Janelle is not too picky. Her favorite style are cute, comfortable pieces. She's not one to over-accessorize or go for crazy prints as she would much rather do neutral or gray tones, but she will wear the occasional colorful piece here and there. Janelle almost always wears her hair down, but if for whatever reason she has to pick it up, she will style it into a French braid. Her make-up has always been light. She doesn't cake on layers of foundation nor concealer on her face and if she's breaking out, which doesn't normally happen anyway, she takes out a correction pen in order to solve that problem. Janelle mainly sticks to lipsticks, some blush, and eyeshadow. Character Conceptualization Born and raised in Denver, Janelle's relatives were anything but family. Her mother for the life of her could not hold a job as all she did was get high day in and day out, and her father was quite the piece of work himself. He had been in and out of prison so many times, Janelle honestly lost count. Growing up, it was just her and her younger sister Jessica—the only person she could count on—who were home alone most of the time. The girls learned to fend for themselves at a relatively young age, Jessica being only one year younger than Janelle. Given their situation, the sisters grew extremely fond of each other compared to other siblings who do nothing but fight for the majority of their day. If either one of them got into any sort of trouble, then the other one would be right there to back them up. During their teenage years, the girls' lives did not get any better. Despite their personal challenges, Jessica was a straight A student, and while Janelle got the occasional B here and there, she was not that far behind herself. Unlike Jessica, Janelle had a few boyfriends in high school, Jason being the guy she considered "the one" or the love of her life. He, however, did not reciprocate such feelings and instead purposely cheated on Janelle with one of her close friends. Upon finding out, the drama that ensued was on such a large scale, the police had to be called. Janelle and her “friend” went at it during the break in between classes. At the end of the day, no one was arrested, and Janelle was taken home to absent parents who never really found out what had transpired that day. But it’s not necessarily like they cared either way. Right after graduating high school, Janelle’s life took a turn for the worse. Her mother overdosed and passed away, not to anyone’s surprise. Her father got involved in a bit of trouble with rival gangs and was set to spend some time behind bars. He, however, decided to rat someone out and avoided jail time for his cooperation with the police. Unfortunately for the small family, such betrayal would come at a price. Jessica had been spotted with her father just outside of their apartment when she was fatally shot, the bullet lodging itself into her chest. At the time, Janelle was inside her room, but she rushed out after hearing the shot. Her world turned upside down the moment she stepped out of the apartment. It’s been years since she last heard from her father as the city is large enough for them not to come across one another. Living on the opposite side of town from her childhood home, Janelle doesn’t believe her father would put any effort into finding her anyway. Ever since she’s been on her own, she’s been camming. It’s not something she’s proud of per se, but it pays the bills. It’s also putting her through school with some extra help from student loans. She’s a few years older than most students, but she’s had to dedicate a lot of her life to work rather than school. Other Information As of late, Janelle has taken an additional job as a haunted house scare actor. She loves making others scream.

Hunting Grounds: A Survival Horror Experience

Glanced over the main points and even though it says the RP is full, I’m interested in joining if a spot opens up :)

Nightland

I just started, but I can honestly say this is by far the most fun I’ve had reading other posts and making my own as well.

It’s a shame the GM has been offline for some time...if only a Co-GM would have been appointed to go on during such absence.

Nightland

It had been a long day, an extremely long damn day. Kenley was exhausted as a result, that, and she wasn’t getting her quality sleep as of late. But, well, it had been years since she’s had some proper sleep. The young woman entered through the front door of her apartment, noticing something was slightly off. Nothing too strange, really. Every piece of furniture was in its place, as well as her decor and whatever else adorned her living room space. However, for some unknown reason, it took her a split second to realize that it wasn’t something she could see, but rather, something she could smell.

Kenley locked the door behind her and put her bag and keys down on top of the entryway table. Yes, she was what a select few would label as “irresponsible”. Nothing serious, honestly, but her long days meant she more often than not used her slow cooker so that by the time she arrived home, her dinner was done. She had weighed the odds before, and she was 99% sure she wasn’t coming home to a burned down apartment any time soon, so she would go on to continue to save time. Kenley walked over to the kitchen, and everything else there appeared to be in place as well. So what was that smell? She unplugged the slow cooker and looked inside through the clear top. Her food appeared normal, not burnt or anything.

It was then it hit her. Kenley was smelling the food she usually prepared for her ex-husband when the two lived together. The realization hit her hard, something akin to what others might experience while having a panic attack. Given her sudden erratic behavior, it could very well have been a panic attack. Kenley started to hyperventilate, her eyes nearly glazed over as she appeared to be reaching for something out of thin air. But in her own mind, she was back in her kitchen in Russia, doing her best to get to one of the knives in the top cabinet.

In the next few moments, Kenley felt a sharp pain on her side, and her world went black. An unknown amount of time as the young woman remained unconscious on her kitchen floor. Later in the evening, her phone rang once, then twice, then a third time. It was after the first ring that she woke up startled, staring up at the ceiling with some mild confusion before rushing to answer the call.

”H-hello?" She leaned against the wall to steady herself.

The brief conversation she had for the next minute or two left her speechless. She couldn’t believe Dr. Stanton was dead. Kenley had questions, quite a few of them, actually, but she was told to head down to the station in order to get some answers. When she hung up the phone, she lifted her shirt up just the slightest and saw a pale bruise on her side. It was tender to the touch, so she wasn’t going to mess with it.

Reality. Dreams. Hallucinations...Kenley wasn’t sure what was what anymore. After grabbing her belongings, she set out once more.

Nightland

Kenley Grey

NAME | Kenley Grey

AGE | 30

MEASUREMENTS | 5’2, 115 lbs

APPEARANCE | Typical fashion consists primarily of lounge attire; one of her many leggings and a comfortable shirt paired with some brightly colored sneakers AND a jacket depending on the weather at the time. But if Kenley is not running errands or taking a walk, she loves to dress up by opting for heels with her outfits and applying make-up. Of course, that only happens after she gets inspiration from staring at her wardrobe for quite a while.


THE ISSUE | Kenley met Mr. Right, or so she thought. The man in question? Alexander Kolvachuk. The two met on the subway when they accidentally bumped into each other. Kenley quickly apologized, and after some small-talk, she agreed to a first date. A year passed, and Alex proposed. Another year and a half passed, and she was scared out of her mind as she rushed to Sheremetyevo International Airport in the middle of the night to make the next flight out of Russia. Such decision came after the fact that she had had a miscarriage a few hours prior.

As it turns out, Alex was an extremely abusive man. He hit Kenley regularly, knocked her unconscious a few times, and was the extremely jealous type while they were together, to the point where he openly mistreated her but not bad enough to warrant calling the cops. Kenley didn’t leave him right away because he had convinced her to move back to Russia with him. She thought it was the proper thing to do being they were married then, but she was dead wrong.

After managing to escape and getting back to the United States, Kenley wasn’t the same. She’d swear she would be able to see Alex’s face in any man that slightly resembled him, and the paranoia never subsided. A close friend recommended therapy, and Kenley decided she would give it a try. Her coping mechanisms at the time were working out with a personal trainer and having her promiscuous side shine every Friday and Saturday night, and the latter was obviously not the proper way to deal with her trauma.

BEFORE | Kenley doesn’t dwell much in the past, yes, even before him. She was born and raised in New Jersey to a middle-class family. She was quite the bookworm and she was eventually rewarded with a scholarship to NYU. Before her life shattered, she was a Fraud Analyst and was well on her way to a major promotion within her company.

TALENTS | 1. Quite the brains.
2. Doesn’t give up on a fight easily.
3. Cardio. Cardio. Cardio.

ACTIONS | Avoid Harm +2
Endure Injury: +3
Keep It Together -1
Act Under Pressure: +1
Engage In Combat: 0
Influence Other: +1
Sixth Sense: -2

Nightland

KG

NAME | Kenley Grey

AGE | 30

MEASUREMENTS | 5’2, 115 lbs

APPEARANCE | Typical fashion consists primarily of lounge attire; one of her many leggings and a comfortable shirt paired with some brightly colored sneakers AND a jacket depending on the weather at the time. But if Kenley is not running errands or taking a walk, she loves to dress up by opting for heels with her outfits and applying make-up. Of course, that only happens after she gets inspiration from staring at her wardrobe for quite a while.


THE ISSUE | Kenley met Mr. Right, or so she thought. The man in question? Alexander Kolvachuk. The two met on the subway when they accidentally bumped into each other. Kenley quickly apologized, and after some small-talk, she agreed to a first date. A year passed, and Alex proposed. Another year and a half passed, and she was scared out of her mind as she rushed to Sheremetyevo International Airport in the middle of the night to make the next flight out of Russia. Such decision came after the fact that she had had a miscarriage a few hours prior.

As it turns out, Alex was an extremely abusive man. He hit Kenley regularly, knocked her unconscious a few times, and was the extremely jealous type while they were together, to the point where he openly mistreated her but not bad enough to warrant calling the cops. Kenley didn’t leave him right away because he had convinced her to move back to Russia with him. She thought it was the proper thing to do being they were married then, but she was dead wrong.

After managing to escape and getting back to the United States, Kenley wasn’t the same. She’d swear she would be able to see Alex’s face in any man that slightly resembled him, and the paranoia never subsided. A close friend recommended therapy, and Kenley decided she would give it a try. Her coping mechanisms at the time were working out with a personal trainer and having her promiscuous side shine every Friday and Saturday night, and the latter was obviously not the proper way to deal with her trauma.

BEFORE | Kenley doesn’t dwell much in the past, yes, even before him. She was born and raised in New Jersey to a middle-class family. She was quite the bookworm and she was eventually rewarded with a scholarship to NYU. Before her life shattered, she was a Fraud Analyst and was well on her way to a major promotion within her company.

TALENTS | 1. Quite the brains.
2. Doesn’t give up on a fight easily.
3. Cardio. Cardio. Cardio.

ACTIONS | Avoid Harm +2
Endure Injury: +3
Keep It Together -1
Act Under Pressure: +1
Engage In Combat: 0
Influence Other: +1
Sixth Sense: -2

If you’ll have me :)

|- Cherry Falls -|

Elizabeth Dean

❝ Do you know who's responsible for all my pain and suffering? Me neither. ❞

┌    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━    ┐

Born and raised in Vancouver, Canada as an only child, Elizabeth grew up with a love for nature and the outdoors in general. She loved exploring as a kid, and has, for the most part, maintained that same sense of wonder to some extent well beyond her childhood. As Elizabeth grew older, she got involved in sports. In high school, she loved to swim and made it her extra-curricular activity before switching it out for tennis after about a year. Elizabeth traveled a bit for competitions and during her senior year, she met Derek Dean, whom she would eventually go on to marry. Derek lived in Seattle, WA, but her team was in the city for a conference and the two grew inseparable since then. The fact that they lived on either side of the border meant their time together was that much valuable for the two lovers. Eventually, Elizabeth moved down to Vancouver to be with Derek, where they married shortly thereafter. After completing his Bachelor's, he went on to join the Marines as an Intelligence Officer, and unsurprisingly, was deployed to the Middle East once he had completed his training. Derek eventually came back, and was stateside for years before heading out for a second deployment. Elizabeth was traveling down to California as unfortunately, Derek was killed during an ambush. He will be buried in his home town with full military honors.

└    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━    ┘

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Elizabeth Marie Dean
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Liz, Lizzie
ᴀɢᴇ → 30
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → June 29th
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Female
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Heterosexual
ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ → TBD

Adventurous . Caring . Funny . Cooperative . Empathetic . Unpredictable .

Elizabeth has her days. She used to be the bubbly, cheerful type, but as of late she's been more quiet than usual due to the tragic news she received not too long ago. She's been in somewhat of a shocked state and even though she manages to function just fine, her family and friends have given her more than enough space, leaving the young woman to spend her long days and nights alone. She's become the secluded type who doesn't even smile at the cashier when she's out getting her groceries. Every now and then, Elizabeth can't help but start crying. When her tears start escaping her somewhere in public, she rushes to the nearest bathroom. This sometimes leaves people staring, but she doesn't care. To pass the time, Elizabeth goes for runs. She finds it to be calming especially since she has a short fuse these days.

. Animals . The beach . Italian food .

. Traffic . Rudeness . Being perceived as weak .

. She has the bad habit of chewing straws . Not a fan of dogs or cats, but has a pet snake . Loves to belly dance .

sᴋɪʟʟs →
→ She's an amazing cook and can improvise a meal out of random ingredients
→ Speaks French fluently
→ Can solve Sudoku puzzles relatively quick
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs →
→ Sometimes fails to realize she's wrong during an argument
→ Allergic to eggs and shellfish
→ Doesn't function without sleep

ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀ →
→ Favorite color is maroon
→ Listen to just about any type of music, though she favors some genres over others.
→ She's not religious, but considers herself spiritual
→ Currently working as a lab technician

❝ Wine, stat. ❞

Sorry for the delay, had some setbacks at work.

|- Cherry Falls -|

I like it!

DEAD ISLAND 🧟‍♂️🌴 (Interest Gathering)

Fine, I'll bite.