Finally got my sheet out.

Anaya Kirkland [+]

"My titties double as a purse."

_______________________________________________ Anaya Belinda Kirkland She/Her | 28 | Black | 5'5 | 160lb _______________________________________________ Baddie _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I have a particular set of skills that can kill a man." ___________________________________ [+] Pole dancing ⫻ It's stripper 101. You want the dollars, then you gotta clap the pole between the cheeks. Dancing ⫻ Before she was on the pole, she was at the club every weekend grinding and gyrating on whoever wanted to dance with her. Holding her liquor ⫻ She's got a liver of steel. She'll drink you under the sink. Flexible ⫻ One of her exes was a freak that liked a lot of twisty weird shit. [REDACTED] ⫻ She's been told that her mouth is legendary. She's got this thing she does with her tongue. [REDACTED] ⫻ Her p**** goes pop, pop, pop.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'd fuck me." Anaya's counterpart, Aliyah, has honey brown skin she keeps moisturized and wears a glitter mist for that little extra shine. She's average height, has an hourglass figure, big breast, waist in a European size, and fat ass. Her hair is big, dark, and curly. She likes hairstyles that show off her natural hair: afros, puff balls, half-up half-down puffs, etc. The bigger the hair, the better. Her eyes are dark brown and she has long eyelashes. Her lips are thick and full and never without a gloss. She beats her face to the nines, before she goes anywhere, unless it's a grocery store run. She likes to show off her body, so she wears tight clothes, crop tops, Daisy Dukes, low cut tops, and mini skirts. She doesn't look like the type you want to take home to meet your mama, and she will fuck your daddy. She has two piercings, one in each ear. She wears big gold hoops the most. Next to earrings, long necklaces that rest between her breast and bangle bracelets are her favorite accessories. Her nails are always done and long. She alternates between coffin shape and stiletto. It all depends on her mood and vibe. She likes high heels and cute fashion boots. If she's not at the gym, then she's not wearing sneakers.

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"No thought, head empty headed bitch."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Be a trophy wife, because she's too pretty to work.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ If it don't involve a Diddy party and animals, then she can get down with anything.

SECRETS ⫻ Is it really a secret that she's a snake ass bitch that'll sell mostly anyone out for money? But seriously though, her family don't know she's prostitute. She'll tell everyone else, but she won't tell them that.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight, if it's for her own pleasure. Will fuck anyone for money.

FEARS ⫻ She fears she'll die alone.

REPUTATION IN SHADOW ⫻ Anaya was a stripper. Every night, but the Lord's day, she'd be on the pole clapping her cheeks and giving lap dances. She'd turn tricks with patrons if they paid her high enough. She'd never give a blowjob to anyone for under $600. She's not cheap. Her parents are disappointed in her. They could've given her the world if she applied herself, but she didn't want to work too hard for it.

FLAWS ⫻ She'll always get hers. No matter who she has to scheme with or backstab to get it. She's just not trustworthy.

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"Very normal. Very basic. No I don't have daddy issues. My parents are lovely."

Anaya grew up in a two parent household in the south suburbs of Chicago. They were upper middle class with her mother being a university professor and her father owning a delivery business. She was an only child, so she grew up spoiled and mostly got everything she ever asked for.

Things got kinda weird for her when she went through puberty before the other girls in her class and boys and grown men started paying her unwanted sexual attention. She'd get stares or comments about her body that made her self-conscious to the point that she started wearing baggy clothes to hide herself. It's when her friends caught up to her development and all the other girls started looking the same that she didn't feel out of place and like she had to hide.

Her mom gave her plenty of wisdom about sex and boys and blah, blah, blah. Did she listen? Pffft, no. She was very easy in high school. Not just because she wanted boys to like her, but also sex felt good most of the time. She liked it. Soon enough it turned from wanting boys to like her to she was out for her own sexual gratification. That led her towards falling into the wrong crowd.

She was an It girl that hung out with other It girls that grew up in bad circumstances. She started sneaking out of the house and hanging out with people that she shouldn't. She had nothing but fun along the way. One of her older friends became a stripper right after graduating high school and she invited Anaya to join her after she graduated. Anaya wasn't interested at the time. That seemed like work and she didn't want to work. She wanted to play.

She had her parents' credit card and nothing but fun to be had, so she partied harder and had flings and drugs and just a wild time. It's when her parents looked at the charges and found out where she was spending her time most nights, that they staged an intervention. She either got a job to pay them back or she moved out. And like hell she was going to do that. After being a party girl for three years, the party was over... SIKE!

She had her friend hook her up for the stripper deal, 'cause like hell she was moving out and paying her own bills and being a responsible adult. She hit the pole and was a new favorite at the strip club. Both on the pole and out in the alley behind the building. She started prostituting herself when she realized that she had to pay the manager for pole time and that she didn't bring in much money from dollar bills. She's a bitch, but she won't be a broke one.

She never told her parents about the prostitution, because she didn't want them freaking out. They already hated that she took her clothes off for tips. After a few years, she's moved on from the dump that was the strip club she started in, and found a home at a high end place. She's hoping to snag herself a sugar daddy, so she can stop working.

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"This isn't what I meant when I said I could do a backbend."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Abominable).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Mirror Maw

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Anaya's Abstraction, known as Mirror Maw, is a living extension of herself, shaped by desire, cunning, and survival instinct. At first, Mirror Maw manifests as a strange, flexible control over her own body, though Anaya doesn’t immediately recognize it as anything deeper. She discovers she can stretch her arms and legs far beyond normal limits—up to around five meters—alter her height at will, shift the proportions of her facial features, and exaggerate her curves and posture. Movements that would be impossible for a normal human feel effortless, as if her body is bending reality itself. She can twist, contort, and stretch in ways that would snap or strain an ordinary skeleton, slipping through tight spaces, balancing on impossibly narrow surfaces, and landing from heights without injury. Her reflexes are uncanny, allowing her to dodge, pivot, and strike with a fluidity and speed that seem superhuman. Even simple motions—turning her head, reaching for an object, or adjusting her posture - carry a subtle exaggeration of grace and precision, hinting that her body is not merely flexible, but operating under a set of rules entirely her own.

Despite the surface-level utility, Mirror Maw’s true nature is hidden beneath these early manifestations. The distortions are only a taste of what her Abomination is capable of, and while she interprets them as minor shapeshifting, the Abstraction is actively reshaping her body in ways she doesn’t yet comprehend.

As Mirror Maw grows with her, the transformations become more pronounced, permanent, and dangerous. Limbs can remain elongated for hours, and fingers and toes sharpen into retractable claws capable of cutting or rending. At the same time, sections of her body can harden into natural armor formed from bone, keratin, or reinforced nails. She gains the ability to reshape her body with precision, molding her muscles, bones, and sinew to optimize for strength, speed, or reach, transforming herself into a predator perfectly suited to any situation. While subtle shifts in posture, silhouette, and movement make her simultaneously seductive and terrifying. At this stage, Mirror Maw is no longer just a shapeshifting trick; it is a living weapon, a predator forged from her confidence, cunning, and moral compromises, blurring the line between human and monstrous.

Eventually, Mirror Maw fully asserts itself, reshaping Anaya into a predator unconstrained by human anatomy. Her body is entirely mutable: she can twist, stretch, and contort at will, growing additional limbs, reshaping muscles, or forming natural weapons like claws, bone blades, and reinforced armor limited only by her imagination. Every part of her body is under her complete control—strength, speed, and reflexes surpass human limits, and her regeneration allows her to recover from damage that would cripple any ordinary body. Beyond physical augmentation, Mirror Maw grants her advanced shapeshifting abilities: she can temporarily assume the form of other people, animals, or even objects for hours, perfectly mimicking their appearances and movements, then revert to her true monstrous form with concentration.

LIMITS ⫻ At first, the distortions cost little, but as Anaya pushes the boundaries, the Abstraction demands a toll. Her body doesn’t simply stretch or reshape - it consumes energy, matter, and stability to do so. Prolonged alterations drain her stamina as if she’s burning calories at an exponential rate, leaving her ravenously hungry and dangerously fatigued. Large-scale shapeshifts (new limbs, armor plating, mimicry of others) are exceptionally costly, leaving her lightheaded or physically weakened once she reverts. In extreme cases, her body may “lock” in its monstrous state until she has replenished herself, preventing her from appearing human again. Mirror Maw is confined to the biological matter she already possesses. She can stretch, twist, and reshape her flesh, bone, keratin, and muscle, but she cannot generate completely foreign materials (metal, stone, fire, etc.). Her weapons are limited to organic extensions: claws, fangs, bone plating, sinew constructs - never external substances. Even her mimicry only works at the level of surface resemblance—she can copy someone’s physical outline and skin tone. Still, she cannot imitate their voice without practice, or duplicate fine details like fingerprints, retinal patterns, or DNA.

Her starting mass does not strictly bind her size - Mirror Maw allows her to create or dissolve additional biomass - but doing so requires energy and time. To grow bulkier, sprout extra limbs, or assume a larger form, she must “feed” the transformation, either by consuming vast amounts of food or drawing on her own reserves, leaving her weak and ravenous afterward. Generating new flesh is not instantaneous; larger additions unfold gradually, layer by layer, like her body is weaving itself together. Likewise, shedding mass to appear smaller or slimmer means breaking down and metabolizing her own tissues. This process can leave her temporarily gaunt, drained, or unstable until her body readjusts.

Mirror Maw’s control is also limited by concentration and complexity. Subtle shifts—elongating an arm, altering facial proportions, reinforcing a limb—are quick and fluid. However, large-scale transformations (such as growing extra limbs, forming natural armor, or fully mimicking another person) require intense focus, making it impossible to fight, run, or multitask effectively while sustaining them. Too much detail at once—say, trying to mimic both a face and grow claws—leads to unstable, glitchy results.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The more Anaya uses Mirror Maw, the less cooperative her body becomes. Uncontrolled twitches, distorted proportions, or accidental weapon-growths can occur under stress, making her presence unsettling even when she’s trying to blend in. Regeneration is robust but not perfect: while she can recover from deep cuts or broken bones, massive trauma (decapitation, immolation, crushing) overwhelms her ability to mend. Repeated healing leaves scars or warped tissues that never fully vanish, slowly eroding her original humanity. Shifting isn’t instant. When reshaping large portions of her body, there’s a vulnerable window where bones are soft, muscles are half-formed, or armor plates haven’t fully hardened. A well-timed strike during this process can tear through her mid-metamorphosis, forcing her body to abort or leaving her disfigured until she recovers. High adrenaline, fear, or pain can cause her body to "decide for her." A sudden shift might spawn grotesque extra limbs, bone spines, or warped features that throw off her balance or expose weak points.

Mirror Maw’s mutations rely on flexible, living tissue—muscles, sinew, and bone — constantly reshaping at unnatural speeds. Extreme heat and cold disrupt that process in catastrophic ways. Fire chars flesh faster than she can regenerate, leaving warped scar tissue that stiffens her movements and forces her body to “reset” over time. Intense cold, on the other hand, slows her regenerative functions to a crawl and makes her flesh brittle, causing elongated limbs or extra appendages to snap under pressure. Even minor exposure (frostbite, burns, superheated metal) lingers on her body longer than ordinary wounds, locking her into vulnerable states. Finally, her mimicry is surface-level perfection, but not flawless. She cannot replicate another’s voice or scent without preparation, and prolonged disguises strain her concentration—she risks “slipping,” where parts of her monstrous form bleed through (elongated fingers, too-wide smile, irregular bone ridges). More insidiously, every transformation feeds the Mirror Maw itself, giving it greater influence over her instincts. Over time, she may find herself craving the hunt, unable to resist shifting into more efficient but grotesque forms, even when she wants to remain human.

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"Not my ass out in the streets when I could be behind a camera doing the same shit."

Aliyah has an Only Fan Account and rakes in 10k a month. She's a smarter hoe than Anaya.

Moses Roshan Ibrahima [+]

"You call it arrogance, I call it self-love."

_______________________________________________ Moses Roshan Ibrahima He/him | 33 | African-American | 72 inches | 194 lbs. _______________________________________________ Superficial _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Someone's gotta crunch those numbers." ___________________________________ [+] [Numeracy] ⫻ Having completed multiple mathematics classes before receiving his MBA, Moses is good with numbers and analyzing data. Might not be very useful in the face of the apocalypse, though... [Quick Thinker] ⫻ Moses is adept at thinking on his feet. Being an investment banker back in Shadow, planning and conceiving back-up routes on the fly are essential skills when it comes to securing deals. [Excel Whiz] ⫻ Brother can cook up a mean spreadsheet!

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Look at me, man. Six foot, mocha chocolate complexion, crispy hairline, who can compete? ...What do you mean 'look in a mirror'?" Whoever the specimen that owns the body Moses woke up in does not take care of himself. They both stand at six feet tall with dark skin the color of smoky quartz. But that's where the similarities end. The man who stares back at him in the mirror doesn't look like he's ever stepped foot into a spa in his life. Or had his eyebrows plucked. Or has gotten a manicure. Signs of wear and tear adorn his body, issues a product off the shelf or an appointment would have easily taken care of. Dark bags line the area beneath his eyes, his skin is rough instead of being smooth to the touch. His fingers are calloused and a razor hasn't touched his head or face in many moons. What should be a well-managed goatee is instead a bushy beard and the waves with ripples like the surface of a pond are absent from his now unruly hair. Moving around in the new body feels slightly heavier as well, a sign that the thirty minutes of daily cardio recommended by his doctor isn't on the menu. Wardrobe choices are a whole other beast. Alternate Moses doesn't dress up like the early thirties investment banker that he's supposed to be. His counterpart dresses casually, with perhaps one or two dress shirts for formal occasions. Besides that, he loves his Hawaiian shirts, graphic t-shirts and vibrant colors. A stark contrast from Moses' professional wardrobe, which consists of suits, khakis, polo shirts and muted colors.

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"Smoother than baby hair, that's me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To Moses, there is no higher calling in life than the pursuit of wealth. He seeks it in any and all forms, from the money in his bank account, to social status, to the expensive trinkets that fill his studio apartment with exposed brick walls. Moses obsesses over wealth, as if trying to fill a void in his life. Forced to endure lean times while growing up, he wishes to never go hungry or want for anything ever again. To that end, he strives towards becoming rich, with enough 'screw you' money from working and wise investments to live comfortably. It's why he chose finance as a career and endures unrealistic demands and sleepless nights as an analyst.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Moses has seen one too many times in life what looking out for others gets you. It's what led his adopted parents to fill their house with rugrats and let altruism drag them down. It's been the downfall of co-workers who assisted colleagues in need, only to get stabbed in the back and abandoned. Unless Moses is referring to himself and what he's sacrificed, sacrifice isn't a commonly used word in his vocabulary. You need to focus on taking care yourself, because who else will?

SECRETS ⫻ Moses suffers from epilepsy, a fact that he keeps hidden. In Shadow, he manages his condition with medication. Kindle Moses uses a pair of polarized sunglasses to guard his eyes from stimuli harsh enough to trigger a seizure.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Moses is heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ Moses is afraid of losing the material wealth he's built up so far in his life. He's afraid of being seen as weak and vulnerable by those around him. He loathes being sick and only tolerates hospitals for check-ups. Moses is also afraid of intimacy. He fears growing attached to anyone and forming emotional bonds. In his opinion, strong feelings like that for someone else can make you impulsive and a danger to yourself. And Moses' primary concern is himself.

REPUTATION IN SHADOW ⫻ Shadow Moses can be best described as a campfire. Someone who serves their purpose, but not one you would want to get too close to. He does good work as an investment banker, always ready to chime in with an unused angle to get results or go above and beyond to push the envelope. He's even capable of boosting morale with a well-timed quip to ease tensions. But fire is only so useful until it overstays its welcome. One runs the risk of getting nauseous from the smoke of his shallow views or burned by his insensitive and self-centered personality.

FLAWS ⫻ Moses is prideful and dislikes relying on others. When working on an objective, his priorities start with accomplishing the goal, followed by himself at a close second. Others are barely third place. He is also a chatterbox.

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"I'm just protecting the King. And we know who the king is, right?"

"There is nothing more important in this life than family. Never turn your back on it, no matter what."

Those were the words Issac and Sarah Ibrahima lived by and tried their best to instill upon the many children in their care. But Moses failed to see the value in the motto. He found it ironic that they would teach that lesson to a bunch of orphans and unwanted children. Born in the city of Providence, Rhode Island, Moses never knew his family, a pair of deadbeats the farthest thing from ready to have a child. They were still children themselves, with families who highly disapproved of Moses' birth. It explained why he went from living in a spacious house with a proper crib to a crowded housing unit that always smelled of smoke. His parents gave childrearing a try, but it took two years of long shifts and backbreaking labor just to scrape by to break their spirits. So it was because of family that Moses was abandoned and given up for adoption, which was how the Ibrahimas entered his life.

Suddenly, Moses had a new home, one that he soon found himself sharing with a steadily growing number of siblings. His new parents were always picking up strays, despite their modest lifestyle. The Ibrahima household was always alive with activity, something he had mixed feelings about growing up. He was never lonely and always had someone to play with, but he also got less personal time with his parents. By the time he was thirteen, he had seven younger siblings to compete with for attention and the value had worn off. It was then that Moses vowed to never find himself relying on another human being again. All family was good for in his eyes was slowing you down and saddling you with burden. He was going to look out for the only person that mattered, himself. And that meant being self-sufficient with a well-paying job. Moses dedicated himself to his schoolwork, latching onto his studies in Statistics and Personal Finance. He learned about the flow of money, and which career would best let it flow into his own pockets. Additionally, he found himself looked up to by his siblings, as his adopted parents made him tutor them in Mathematics. By the time he completed high school, his strong test scores gave him his choice of colleges. However, he decided to attend a smaller state school for his Associate' degree in Finance. All the while, tensions rose at home, the Ibrahimas disappointed at Moses' callous nature and disdain for his siblings. Tutoring his brothers and sisters was time-consuming and detracted from his goals, and he didn't hide his frustration from the others. Moses' selfishness went against everything Issac and Sarah had tried to teach him.

Eventually, Moses landed a scholarship to Colombia University in New York to receive his Bachelor's degree. The young man packed his things and never looked back at his adopted parents or siblings. Eventually, he earned his degree and managed to get a foot in the door at a semi-famous bank. The twenty-three year old felt like his ascent was about to begin, which was when life decided to put a wrench in his plans. Back home in Rhode Island, a drunk driver struck Moses' adopted parents in a hit-and-run incident, killing Issac and putting Sarah in critical condition. The community back home was devastated by the loss of such prominent figures. But in particular, everyone's hearts went out to the children in their care they left behind. Without Issac and Sarah, the underaged foster children would be taken from their home and become lost in an overburdened system, which would inevitably split them up. The familial bonds they had created with each other would be lost forever. Moses was aware of that as he stepped into Sarah's room, the boisterous and bubbly older woman who was always filled with life now hooked up to a variety of machines with tubes sticking out every which place. Laboriously reaching a hand out to touch Moses, she asked him to return home and help keep their family together and watch over his siblings, giving the next generation a chance to blossom like he did.

Kindle Moses, realizing in that moment the importance of family, honored his mother's wish and reluctantly but dutifully returned home. What began as frustration over delaying his dreams of fortune slowly melted into feelings of love for the family he left behind. The bond that he created was worth more than any cutthroat banking job could provide. Eventually, he gained a reason to stay home and found steady work teaching at a community college.

Shadow Moses told Sarah he would sleep on it, then took the first flight back home to New York. It was a damn shame that Sarah had to go out like that, but that wasn't his problem. That bleeding heart junk was for the birds, and Moses had ambitions to attend to. His cell phone blew up with calls, of course, but without an address, he blocked each caller one by one until they stopped. It's been ten years and the thirty-three year old is still climbing the seemingly infinite corporate ladder, refusing to stop until he gets his fat cat managerial position. It's just his luck that after receiving some good news, he wakes up in a smelly hole in the ground filled with people he's never met before. What the hell kind of epileptic hallucination is this?

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"It makes sense, everything revolves around me."

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"Money is a great servant, but a terrible master...who the hell said that crap?"

Anyyyything else?

Moses is a big fan of gangster movies. King of New York, Goodfellas, stuff like that. His favorite film of all time is The Godfather Part III and he will argue with anyone who says that it's the weakest in the trilogy.