[centre][h1] Welcome to my interest check [/h1][/centre] [centre]Hello there! I am Close Enough, I'm a 23 year old person, that's been roleplaying for the better part of about 8 years now. I enjoy world and character building, and role play is the best place to do it, so here I am. At the moment I have a new character, who at the moment was placed in a group rp. But the more I used him the more I fell for this little guy and I just really wanted to flesh him out more in his own story so he can build himself up some more, ya know? I post as much as I can. Life happens a lot however, and I will update you whenever that happens. But I will try to get a post up either once a day, or once every other day. I'm also in the US if you wanted to know more for time zones. Things I'm okay with: Smut so long as it's story related. Light torture swearing gore Things I am not okay with: Rape Pedophilia incest god modding Ya know, the usual stuff.[/centre] Pairings: Hero x Hero: Self explanatory, Beo is a vigilanty outside of the law enforcemnt. You would be another hero to some degree, weather it be another vigilant, someone in the MCT, police etc. Beo x Civilian: The most slice of life pairing. You could have any profession, a powerful CEO or just a local artist that crosses paths. A slow burn romance that is honestly one of my favorites since it could be very cute and a relaxing casual style. Beo x criminal: You are a criminal of some capacity. Crime lord, assassin, someone extremely dangerous or just petty crime. Your pick, Beo is charged with hunting you down. Weather it be your story or charm that keeps you out of his grasp if all up to you. [centre][h3] Beo Unin Dottor [/h3] [hider= All my canvases are huge so I keep the pics in tabs][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/6c6c63aa-a901-494b-80ed-4b5002549931/de0xl9i-31c6c94b-8c50-4c0f-ba8a-11b132bcfa18.jpg/v1/fill/w_1280,h_1600,q_75,strp/beo_2_by_last1dogdemon_de0xl9i-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xNjAwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNmM2YzYzYWEtYTkwMS00OTRiLTgwZWQtNGI1MDAyNTQ5OTMxXC9kZTB4bDlpLTMxYzZjOTRiLThjNTAtNGMwZi1iYThhLTExYjEzMmJjZmExOC5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.rrjnvD_Nh3AAoVE9l6aoD_tIe0JGGei3X5z8KtWRYxM[/img][/hider] Name: Beo Unin Dottor Age: 21 Sex: Male Personality: Beo has facial agnosia, a mental illness that makes it difficult to replicate facial expression. While he almost always looks board, or even uncaring. He's actually a socially anxious bean who overthinks everything cause he has had so little experience with other people. He has the tag of being a rude person when in realty he's actually quite kind and and a little snarky when you push him. He's also known to blush over the smallest of things. Likes: Cars, combat training, sweets, pictures of loved ones, music, puzzles. Dislikes: Social interaction, loud fans, salty foods. Background: Beo is the son of the world's greatest hero. Xathina Unin Dottor. The woman had saved the world as though it were a simple job. The ability to control earth and stone, she became a image of protection and peace. Though only a few years ago, did she bring her son to the public eye and announced that she did indeed have a child. Before that, Xathina was fiercely protective of Beo, not allowing the media to know of him for fear of his safety. He was home schooled and almost isolated from others his age in the hopes he could have a somewhat normal life under the guise of play dates and family gatherings. He was 16 when she announced him to the public, only for the media to realize that Beo was not only the sole child of the hero, but already a very skilled and highly trained vigilante. During his off hours he runs a shop called the copper wire. Wanting to stay as far away from fans as possible as he treats hero work as nothing more then the family business. An expectation to do on the side as he works on his own thing. You can see him working with Xathina, taking down crime lords or ranglining people who have gone drunk with power, only for him to quietly go back to his work, no longer seeking fame like so many thought he would. 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Everyone having something to do and somewhere to be. The population of Troit having the unique trait of having powers due to the ground work in which it was built. A chemical compound causing mutations to anyone born within the territory. Elemental control, changing sizes, even changes in appearance or godly abilities such as the control of gravity itself. Due to this, there are strict rules for power usage. Those who experience signs of going rouge, using their mutation for harm or in negligence, will be hunted down by the MCT the mutation control team. Xathina Unin Dottor being the highest ranking team member, who will be dispatched in high volumes of distress or cries for war, while other users will take down smaller things, such as small gangs or organized crime. Mutations are also seen in categories of threats. Xathina being a class S while someone who just has glowing skin would be class E and so on. E: Borderline useless ability, no threats of the MCT will be given to this mutation. F: Mutations that are a little more flashy, but still prove to be no threat. Healers are often in this class. D: Mutations that allow some alterations to physical abilities, but not by much. Slightly faster running, or higher defense. c: Mutations that could be used in small crime and shows. Basic control of physical abilities. B: Mutations that are already on the watch list. These are controlled, and these mutations qualify for law enforcement in crime. A: Mutations that are always under watch, these people are hunted by MTC if they experience even low level crime, as they have the ability to create massive amounts of destruction. S: God teir ability, Xathina Unin Dottor and a handful of others in the world are even considered to have this class. [hider= writing style] She was quick to pack her things. Her backpack slung over her shoulder as she waved to her boss, who only nodded in response. The market would have closed early anyway, the water falling heavier with each step she made. The groups pushing to the larger booths that offered some kind of protection from the awaiting downpour, giving Eden a straight shot to leave work, as she jogged to her bus stop. Stop after stop, she finally got off in her neighborhood. The dank streets and trash filled corners being a stark contrast of where she just was. Homeless sleeping in whatever would have them, as the twisted frames of houses leaned against each other, in their grimy state and overgrown lawns decorated with children's toys. The rain was falling now, chilling Eden to her core, yet no amount of water seemed to be enough to clean off the dirt that was forever embedded in the old truck she passed every day to get home. Her phone in one hand, pepper spray in the other. Eden kept moving, taking short cuts and crossing when she shouldn't, all to get home faster. The sky growing darker, and she was getting colder, forcing her to take a turn down the alleyway, her own house just on the other side. She could already see the two weeping willows that stood at ether side of the garden she worked on. She was home free, she could take off her shoes, put on her pjs and watch some cheesy movie through the night. She wasn't paying attention, not enough to hear him. Not enough to turn and run before a hand grabbed her arm, slamming her into the wall. The foul breath of smokes catching her above the rain as another hand ripped her bag off of her. He didn't say anything, not a thing. Her heart was pounding, ready to rip itself out of her chest as whimpers escaped her, only to be answered with a. "Shut up!" Seconds feeling like an eternity, he began going through her pockets. Hand still having her pinned against a piss covered wall that was the side of her neighboring apartment. She was so close to home. So close! Her eyes kept flickering back to it, back to the garden. The high fence, the gate, her bed. Sweat beaded down her brow, mixed with rain as tears crept at her eyes, just go with it Eden, she thought. Just let him take your bag and be done with it, no use in getting hurt. It was the sound of a zipper that caused her to explode, not even realizing it was from her own bag. Eyes snapping wide, a feral look in her gaze, Eden threw herself at her attacker. A scream, a ragged, desperate scream, the woman pushed him with all her might, turning and biting his hand that was too close to her. "You bitch!" His other hand was still on her, trying to wrestle her to the ground as she blindly kicked and scratched, nails biting into his face, clawing at his eyes, as they struggled around the ally in a desperate dance. "Let me go!" She almost slipped away, she was so close, she felt his grip slacken only to be dragged back. She kicked him in the balls, he punched her in the face. She was fighting with everything she had in her, she would not go down without trying, not with adrenaline pumping into her veins. Not here, not now! Another punch, right into the side of her head. It caused it to see stars, dazed, staggering to the side and falling over, as the ground tilted. The sound of footsteps running frantically away, while she was left to lay in the rain. Good, she could get home, she could go home and lock herself inside. Yet as she tried to get up, her arms felt heavy, too heavy. She didn't even have the energy to look down and see the stab wounds that the man had given her in their struggle. She didn't scare him away, getting caught with murder was enough to do it. Instead she just laid in the ally, cold, lost, where was her house again? Her head feeling heavy, her body slowly began to shut down for the first time. Her heart ending it's music, as her eyes glazed over in their half closed state. Not a soul knowing that she's there, if anyone had heard them, they weren't coming out into the rain to check on them. Time of death 11:02 pm, Eden Duri, stabbed in an ally, across from the front door of her apartment. [/hider]